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hellooo do you have any ocs that i can drawwww the art block has smashed my head in
this is marlo i get great enjoyment from putting him into many situations
#I’m so honoured….#don’t have a color palette for him#his hair is like. purpleish black and the side things are green#he’s not a waiter i just drew him as one#he’s boring all he wears is that dumb shirt with a tie and like pants#look at my waiter dawg😭😭✋ i ain’t getting my food😭😭#that thing by his eye is a scar btw#don't have any digital drawings of him.. but I'm fixating on him#oc art#asher draws
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can i request a william afton x reader where they watch a porno together, and then like try to re-create it??? (if that makes any sense)
Idk why that popped into my head lol i just thought it would happen on a night in with afton :)
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I changed this up a little bit 🌌 anon! I hope you don’t mind <3
William Afton X Afab Reader
Warnings: Porn, Thigh riding, breeding, lots of pet names, sub/dom undertones if you look hard enough.
(this is horrendous I’m sorry I wrote it at 6 am with no sleep)
You laid in bed bored out of your mind. William wasn’t going to be home anytime soon, you thought, so you decided to pull up some porn videos on your phone. You couldn’t help but do that every time you were home alone and bored. It was a good way to get your mind off the burdens of life.
You click on a video, it shows an older guy wearing a suit (how ironic) and a younger woman. He guides her to straddle his thigh, letting her ride it. He comments about how naughty and what a whore she is.
You felt tingles through your body, wishing so badly William would let you do this. The video kept playing and your panties got wetter and wetter as the time passed. This man has made her cum all over his thigh multiple times before pounding her, such a lucky woman.
Your thighs were pressed together as you sat in bed, you felt pretty dumb making yourself all hot and bothered because William shouldn’t be home for another hour.
That is what you thought, because as the girl in the video was cumming loudly, the bedroom door opened. You practically throw your phone across the bed, trying desperately to mute it.
“I’m home early, dear… I see you’ve kept yourself occupied.” William laughed at your embarrassed face, putting his tie down on the dresser.
After you successfully locked your phone you hid your face in your hands.
“Welcome home..” you mumble into your hands.
William giggles at you and sits down next to you on the bed, loosening his belt.
“What was it that had you so entranced that you didn’t hear me come home?” He asked.
You sigh, “I don’t think you’d find it that interesting. It’s just boring… vanilla.. stuff.” You kind of lie.
William turns to you, “Well, show me.” He holds his hand out waiting for you to hand your phone over.
You shook with nervousness, but complied.
William unlocked your phone and put the video on, skipping through parts here and there. You could see his erection grow in his pants by the minute.
After a few minutes that seemed to last forever, he hands your phone back and looks at you with a mischievous smile.
You put your phone on the nightstand and as you turned around he was in your face, kissing you passionately. Shocked, but not complaining, you lean into him.
“Well, come on then.” He pats his thigh.
Your eyes widen with excitement, and quickly jump onto him. His hands came to your hips and started moving you immediately. You felt bad neglecting his obvious twitching cock in his pants, but before you could make out a word, your mouth fell open with a soft moan.
“That’s perfect… This is what I love to come home to. My perfect little slut just waiting to be used and ruined.” He whispers out. His words make your hips twitch and your pussy throb. Your panties were completely soaked and all you wanted to do was rip off your pajama shorts.
“So good for me.. my perfect girl.” He moves your hips faster against him, loud moans escaping your lips.
“Will..” you breathe out, holding onto his shirt collar tightly.
“Yes, darling?”
“Please… I’m… so close.”
And just like that, you were shoved off for a quick moment while he unzipped his pants, looking at the obvious wet stain you had left on his thigh. Before you could even protest against being removed from his thigh you were dragged onto him and he forced your shorts and panties to the side, sliding into you quickly. You yelp, and claw at him. “F-fuck!”
His feet were grounded into the bed and his knees bent, he began to ruthlessly pound into your dripping pussy.
The moans that escaped you both were loud, long and echoed throughout the bedroom.
“W-William! Oh fuck-“
“So fuckin’ pretty for me doll- Mhhf!”
You couldn’t help it, your orgasm took over you like fire spreading, you shook and cried on him as he continued to use your hole.
“Already? Come on baby keep up!” William teases you, watching your twisted expressions as you become overstimulated. One of his hands comes up and grabs your neck gently, making you look at him.
“Is this what you wanted, hm?” He asks.
You could barely get yourself to make out words, you nod and tears fall.
“My beautiful girl… I’m gonna cum so deep in you, you want that hm?” He rambles on as his thrusts get sloppy, his orgasm nearing.
You basically go limp on him, just holding yourself up enoguh so he could continue to fuck you.
“G-god- damn-“ he grunts out as he pushes as deep as he can, cumming deep inside of you. You can feel his hot cum pouring inside of you and it causes you to shiver and moan with him.
You both fall breathlessly, holding onto each other. William giggles, “God, I needed that.”
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#william afton#william afton x reader#william afton imagines#fnaf william afton#william afton x reader smut#mdni#william afton nsft#william afton/reader#william afton smut#William afton x Afab reader#🌌 anon
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Obey Me Outfits
Okay so I was scrolling through tumblr and I saw this pic CREDIT TO @ewesless FOR POSTING IT AND ABSOLUTELY RIPPING THESE GUYS TO SHREDS-
I have some words I would like to speak
LUCIFER: The actual outfit is super cute and I like seeing him in relatively comfy attire but he's posed like he's taking a pic for his tinder profile. This poor man-
MAMMON: He absolutely is a model because the outfit is giving moldy banana covered in black sharpie and yellow highlighter tied to a string but he STILL looks good
LEVIATHAN: OHSHC cosplay done with clothes already in his closet. YOU CAN'T HAVE A BROWN TIE AND SHIRT WITH BLUE PANTS AND A WEIRD PATTERENED BLUE JACKET. PICK A COLOR SCHEME, BABE
SATAN: Oh honey you look beautiful. You're so cute. WHY DO YOU DRESS SO GOD AWFUL ALL THE TIME. YOUR WEIRD TEAL PANTS AND NEON GREEN SWEATER. YOU HAVE CUTE CLOTHES. YOU LOOK SO SWEET. WHAT WAS THE REASON.
ASMODEUS: Beautiful. You look gorgeous. STUNNING. HE WAS ALWAYS PRETTY AND HAD GOOD FASHION BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE. - 3-
BEELZEBUB: The shirt is reminding me of pizza toppings and I can't tell if that was the goal but it IS what it's giving. His hair makes me wanna shoot myself. It feels like Asmo was like "NO WE'RE TAKING FAMILY PHOTOS AND YOUR HAIRS A MESS." and shoved it to the side- I like everything else, at least the jacket and pants match
BELPHEGOR: Yeehaw. He looks really sweet but it doesn't feel very "Belphie" ya know? He looks like he has a berry farm, not like he kills people and pranks his brother all day, every day.
SOLUTION FROM WORST FIT TO THE BEST:
Mammon: I'm sorry- Either wear black pants and a yellow belt with your weird shirt or wear a black shirt with your weird pants. You look great, Sweety, but let's be honest it's a mess.
Leviathan: If you want a brown shirt and tie, get dark brown pants and match it with the jacket WITHOUT A FUCKING PATTERN. If you wanna be blue, a light blue shirt, a blue tie. LOSE THE JACKET. BURN IT WITH FIRE. PICK A NEW ONE. OR DON'T! ROLL UP YOUR SLEEVES, UNBUTTON IT A LITTLE AND LOSEN THE TIE, BAM. HOT.
Beelzebub: Different shirt- Anything else. Just wear a necklace or rings for pops of color.
Belphegor: You look adorable, but it's giving "I'm gay and I'm seeing my conservative grandparents on the country side". If you told me he willingly wore jeans, I'd call you a liar.
Lucifer: The pose is awful- The pants feel boring. Get a chain or something- AND DONT TELL ME HE WOULDN'T WEAR A CHAIN. HE WEARS A HUGE FLUFFY COAT EVERYWHERE AND HAS A WEIRD GOLD CHAIN/ROPE ALREADY. HE LOOKS BORING AFTER SEEING HIM LIKE THAT
Satan: You look beautiful. SO CUTE. Why cant it always be like this? You have the potential. YOU JUST WON'T TAKE IT. YOU DONT NEED TO LOOK DUMB. YOU HAVE OPTIONS. THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE LOW ON THE "Outfit solution" LIST IS BECAUSE I HAVE NO PROBLEMS WITH THIS OUTFIT. BUT I'M MAD AT YOU FOR DRESSING UGLY ALL THE TIME WHEN YOU CAN BE CUTE.
Asmodeus: Stunning, princess, going on a coffee date, eating little sandwiches. Perfect. Thank god, or I'd lose my marbles. When it comes to fashion, I'm not shocked Asmo isn't missing anything. The sneakers are chill and comfy but he still looks very sleek cause they're white. I just UGHH MWAH BEAUTIFUL.
#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#obey me#Obey Me Design Judging
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Heyo, maybe 16 with Polnareff? SFW or NSFW, as long as you're having fun. Thank u!!
Heeeeey anon, darling! <3 Thanks for the request! This one suits him so well-
I've decided to make if SFW, i'm soft today 🥺🥰
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"If anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you." x Polnareff
Cut for length~
You and Polnareff were out in the city, you were invited to go shopping with him, Pol was going to a friend's wedding and needs your help to choose something to wear on the occasion, he is not really used to this kind o event.
The stores were all so boring, nothing was getting your attention, all the formal models looked identical to each other, until you pass in front of a certain store.
"So, what about this one here? I think it's very you." You point out to a modest, but gorgeous suit, it's silver and have little blue details on the tie. "It can even match with your pretty eyes, sir" You complete in a joke tone.
"Oh, do you think so, pretty lady? We shall give it a try then" He follows your tone
With little giggles you two get inside the store, were a beautiful attendant greets you two; she have a model's body and a bright smile.
"I didn't know the store's model were supposed to serve the customers, huh. You're formidable, chéri..." He politely take her hand and softly kiss it.
You roll your eyes, he is with that dumb expression on.
"So, bele, I would like to try that gray suit that is in the window"
With that, Polnareff takes the suit and go change, you are outside waiting for him to call you. A long time has passed and he still hasn't called you.
"Pol why are you taking so long? Is everything alright?" You knock lightly on the door. After a little, he opens it.
"Ugh, it's not fitting at all" He is in his usual pants, but still with the shirt and tie from the set, the tie was untied.
You gei in and approach him to start tying his tie. "At least the tie fits very well, it really matches your eyes. Perhaps you should have asked for a bigger size for the attendant...Or maybe even a kiss, she's very beautiful huh?"
Noticing your sarcastic tone and expressions, Polnareff lets out a teasing giggle and places one of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you facing him in that little dressing room.
"Yeah, she's beautiful, but..." He gets closer to your face, he's voice is like silk "If anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you"
Having his face so close to yours makes you feel hot and, somehow, anxious.
"I love you" His mouth is an inch from your ear, his voice is low and you can feel his breath.
He moves away from you and exhales:
"Well, i'll ask for a bigger size and buy it. I've really liked the colors and i don't want to walk more just to find the same suits than before."
He leaves as if nothing happened there. You stood there for a long time, until you realized what had just happened. Whe you leave, Polnareff was walking out of the store. You take quick steps to reach him.
"H-hey Polnareff! You can't just say something like this and just walk away!"
"Oh, i think i get it, you want more than words."
Without a warning he turns to you, cup one of your cheeks and kiss you. You were surprised by his sudden action, but you can't say you don't like it. The kiss is passionate yet soft.
Your lips are separated from his: "By the way, mon amour…I was wondering if you would like to be my date for this wedding"
Even if you're still a little static from the kiss, you still manage to get a response ready.
"So? You're going to propose me in there?" Your joke is meant to try to keep your cool.
"Who knows" But his reply just make you lost it even more.
"W-What?!" You're all red, he always had this effect on you.
"Oh! There's a spot near by that sells an excellent macaron! You really should try it, let's go!" He takes you by the hand and start walking.
As he walks you take this little time to admire him. How long have you liked him, huh? You don't even know the answer anymore. You're just happy to finally knows that he feels the same.
#polnareff headcanons#polnareff jojo#jjba polnareff#jean polnareff#jp polnareff#polnareff x reader#polnareff stardust crusaders#polnareff scenario#polnareff imagine#polnareff x you#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba scenarios#jjba imagines#jjba part 3#jjba stardust crusaders#part 3 polnareff#part 3 stardust crusaders#jjba prompt#writing prompt
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How the MHA boys react to their chubby s/o wearing their clothes<3
I also plan on making a demon slayer and haikyuu version so look out for that hoessss
Midoriya Izuku
Dude he would flip, but like in a positive way-
He would get so flustered and immediately start muttering on and on about how pretty you look and try to poorly hide his embarrassment
He would find it really cute, plus he wears slightly bigger sized shirts so it wouldnt fit to tight on you
And even if it did he would find it absolutely adorable
You wearing one of his shirts that literally say "shirt" and a pair of his sweats to go along with it and it would be one of his new favorite things
He would ask if he could take a picture to save as his new homescreen deadass
He just cant get over how adorbale you look so of course hes gonna get all flustered and lovey dovey
10/10 would cuddle you for the rest of the night and not let you leave. Sleepover timeeeee
"What are you wearing?" He said as he stumbled across you in one of his shirts and sweats. You were bored and uncomfy in your jeans and tshirt so you decided it was a good idea to steal some of your boyfriends clothes to get more comfortable. Of course he was a little smaller in size then you but it would still work.
"I got uncomfortable and I thought you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some clothes to change into. I can change if you want-"
"No no no, you're okay! I mean I like you in my clothes, and I'm glad they make you comfortable! I just didnt know what you were doing and I was a little confused at first but you look really cute so I really don't mind at all, I swear! I was just a little startled-" you were interrupted by Izuku's rambling. He always did this when he was nervous. All you could really do is chuckle, and have your cheeks blush slightly at the compliments while getting comfy on his bed.
Bakugou Katsuki
Bakugou thought it was a dumb idea at first, like he just didnt get it
Though after your persistent meddling he gave in and gave you one of his shirts
After you put it on and showed him he got all flustered and very horny
He felt weirdly proud about it, it was like a way of marking you as his and he liked that
And omg when you stole and wore a pair of his boxers, he fucking malfunctioned. Heres how the scenario would go in my head-
"Welcome back Katsuki!" You said cheerfully from further inside his dorm.
"Ah, what are you doing here shitty woman! I'm tired and want to go to bed-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw you laying on his bed in his boxers and his classic skull tshirt. He didnt realize how horny he had been but now the bulge in his pants was very prominent and uncomfortably tight.
"See something you like katsu?" You teased. You knew he had been stressed from interning lately and I mean so have you, so why not kill two birds with one stone?
"Hell yeah I do." He said crossing the room fast and finding your lips. A heated makeout session started, you had sat up and placed your hands on his chest starting to undo his tie and unbutton his uniform shirt. He pulled away and smirked grabbing you by the chin making you look at him.
"You're such a naughty girl." He pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, hissing when the cool air hit his cock. "Now get to sucking slut." You smirked and went down to lick his slit, some pre hitting your taste buds making you mewl. You began to bob your head at a steady pace. He groaned as his head fell back, a hand falling behind your head guiding your movements.
"Such a good little slut for me. Got any panties under here?" He said snapping the elastic of his boxers, leaving a delicious sting on your hip. You hummed causing another groan to rip through his throat. He pulled you off his cock with a pop.
"Is that a yes or a no sweet cheeks?" He said dragging his thumb against your drool soaked lips
"No sir, I dont have any panties on." You say, eyes half lidded and full of lust.
"Good answer-" He started as he pinned you down on the bed and left a chaste kiss on your lips. "Cause I was gonna take em' off anyways."
Kirishima Eijiro
When you first ask if you could borrow a shirt and pants to wear to sleep in his dorm he gladly excepted
He found it to be quote on quote "the manliest thing ever"
He would feel bad that his clothes are tight on you so he buys a couple over sized ones and wears them to get them to smell like him and next time you come to trade out hoodies he gives you those in hopes it'll make you feel more comfy
He would def also steal your clothes
He would love to wear your hoodies around the dorm and flex about having them
He loves that you feel comfortable enough to wear his clothes and to also let him wear yours
It's a trust and comfort thing that he finds the most adorbale
It makes him feel so happy, you make him so happy<3
You heard a knock on your door. You got up from your bed and made your way to the door as whoever it was continued to knock. You opened it up to see a red head with sharp teeth grinning widely at you.
"Hey kiri!" You said wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped one arm around your waist and chuckled at your kiss.
"I came by to swap hoodies again! Yours stopped smelling like you." He said with a pout on his lips.
"Ah its okay baby, I'll give you another one!" You said with a smile.
Todoroki Shouto
Shouto would be confused on why exactly you would want to wear his clothes when you have your own that are perfectly fine
But he would still find it oddly comforting and very cute
He didn't really know that was a thing that couples do, you know trading clothes
So you would steal his hoodies and you would give him yours to sleep in
Dude he would get so happy
He would put your hoodie on for the first time alone in his dorm after you dropped it off and gave him a kiss goodnight
So he puts it on and just feels so comfy and at home in a sense. He just feels so calm and at peace with the world
Plus when he realizes it smells like you he goes wild
Would sleep in it every night and every morning he would fold it neatly and place it on his pillow so that when he gets home after a long day of class and interning with his dad he can wear it straight out his shower and smell your scent and be able to go to sleep peacefully that night
He can only hope his hoodies make you feel the same way yours do to him
"I can have this?" He says holding out the hoodie of yours you just gave him to be able to wear, a stoic expression still painted on his face.
"Well yeah! I thought since you let me have yours that you could have mine!" You said with a smile. Shoto couldn't help the heat that started to flush his face. He never knew that this is what couples do. He just knew they cuddled, kissed, held hands, and went on dates. He didn't know you could exchange clothing as a form of affection, but when you asked to have one of his hoodies he did love the idea of you wearing them. Shoto liked it even more when he saw you around the dorm in them.
"Thank you y/n. I appreciate it greatly." He spoke.
"Of course roni!" You said leaning in and pecking his lips "Goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite!" You said skipping towards the girls dorms.
"Goodnight. Sleep well." He said softly. You smiled and waved goodbye. Once you rounded the corner and he could no longer see you he entered his room now staring at the hoodie once again.
He pushed the hoodie over his head and put his arms through. He adjusted the material until he was comfortable. He looked in the mirror and stated to go red. He was wearing your hoodie. He started to get this euphoric feeling of relief. A sense of home is what he felt while wearing it. He tucked himself into bed and laid his head on his pillow when he got a sudden whiff of your scent. It smelled like you too. He felt even more comfy now. He went to sleep peacefully that night. It felt like he was going to sleep in your arms. It was amazing. He now wears it every night and when it doesnt smell like you anymore he asks for you to wear it to make it smell like you again. You have definitely created a monster-
Mezo Shoji
Shoji is a pretty big fella and because of his quirk his clothes are kinda unique
BUT his pants and boxers are normal and can fit you fairly well
I feel like he would also get over sized clothes to lounge in so he feels less restricted so that's a bonus for you
So now you steal his pants all the time when your too lazy to go to your dorm and change or if you haven't done laundry and your out of comfy clothes
Plus you steal his boxers to basically substitute them as spandex shorts
I feel like he wouldnt know that he would like seeing you in his clothes until he did and he would get really happy.
And he finds it incredibly sexy when you wear his boxers, like damn you finna get WRECK-
You have once again stolen one of Shojis pair of boxers to wear as spandex, cause their just so comfy! Your boyfriend was currently downstairs in the kitchen getting you guys snacks for your movie night in his dorm.
You had gotten one his boxers and hid your panties in your pants and folded them nicely over on the nightstand. He came in with his hands full of popcorn, candy, and drinks. Not the healthiest but for sure yummy!
"Here let me help bubs!" You say getting out from under the blanket and standing to help grab stuff from his hands. He stared down at your lower stomach, hips, and thighs seeing them covered in the print of one his boxers. He was used to you stealing his pants and boxers but their was something different this time. Something in him snapped. "You okay Shoji?" You asked placing your hands on his chest after already setting the drinks and candy down. Popcorn still in one hand he took the other and stroked your cheek.
"I'm okay love. I see you stole my boxers again." One of his arms finding its place to settle on your hip.
"Oh yeah I did. I didn't feel like running back all the way to my dorm just to change." You spoke "Is that okay?" You asked, a silent plead in your eyes for it to be okay with him.
"Yeah it's okay." He said bending down and nuzzling his cheek against yours. You hummed in contentment before speaking.
"I'll get the movie ready!" You said running over to his laptop on his desk across the room. Shoji saw your pants folded neatly on his night stand where he was gonna set the popcorn and drinks so they were easier to reach. He set down the popcorn on the bed and picked up your pants accidentally unfolding them and causing your panties to fall on the floor at his feet. A flush crossed Shojis face, a scorching heat firing through his body. This is the straw that broke the camel's back.
You couldn't figure out what movie you wanted to watch. You just scrolled and scrolled and scrolled through Netflix's recommended page finding absolutely nothing. Next thing you knew you felt Shojis hands wrap around you waist and his face right next to your ear.
"Shoji what are you-"
"No panties huh?" He interrupted.
That's all you needed to hear to know you were gonna have a long night filled with hours of unwatched watched movies and a bunch of screens saying "Are you still watching?"
Hanta Sero
He would praise the ever loving dog snot out of your bro
Dude he would praise you left and right, up and down, side to side which is basically the same thing as left to right but we wont talk about it
He absolutely loves it
He never knew he needed this until now and he is never going back
He loves how you look in his clothes so he would for sure start getting slightly oversized stuff so it will fit you more comfortably so you dont have an excuse not to wear his clothes
Even though he would be perfectly content if you only wore them in his dorm, he just wants you in his clothes now 24/7
He would also steal your clothes<3 and he would always say he likes how they smell like you AHHHHHHH
"Come on, do a little twirl for me!" Sero teased as he spun his finger around in a circle.
"Sero!" You said, you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. He loved when you got all hit and bothered by his praise so he always teases you.
"You just look so damn good~" he said as he snaked his arms around your waist. He leaned in making you eager and lean in as well. Just as your about to kiss he pulls away.
"Sero stop teasing!" You whisper shout, a bit of whine in your voice.
That's when he leaned down fully and gave you a kiss on your lips. You depended the kiss and started a full on make out session. His hands trailed down to your ass grabbing it firmly cause a gasp from you. He took that as a chance to slip his tongue in. After a couple minutes you both pulled away for air, slightly panting and a string of salvia connecting your lips.
"You look really cute in my clothes but I think they'd look cutest on the floor-"
#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#bnha kirishima#mha kirishima#mha sero#bnha sero#mha shoji#bnha shoji#mha midoriya#bnha midoriya#mha todoroki#bnha todoroki#shoji smut#shoji imagine#shoto todoroki#shoji mezo#midoriya izuku#izuku fluff#izuku imagine#midoriya fluff#sero fluff#sero hanta#sero imagine
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OMG i've literally always wanted to see how kinda hot tae would be when jealous !!
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“then why don't you go be with him if he's so damn funny!?” you've been talking in circles for what seems like hours. an argument you don't even remember the start off, whether you were the one actually in the wrong or not. just that you haven't seen taehyung this angry in a long time. all over some guy that you couldn't care less about.
you can't help the way your eyes roll, body plopping down on the couch. “taehyung. i already told you, it wasn't that serious. he was just a funny guy. you're friends for crying out loud!” he had invited you out to eat with a group of guys from his new job. all of them were older than him and you could tell just from the way he talked that he looked up to them.
so you were sure to make a good impression, which meant paying attention when they were speaking. it wasn't your fault that one of them was a real-life comedian, what were you supposed to do? sit there straight-faced while everyone else split their pants laughing? how boring.
“it wasn't just that, yn. and you know it.” he glares. the dress shirt that he had been wearing unbuttoned at the top and tie loosened from the frustration. his neatly styled hair sticking up in the places he had been running his fingers through. he was pissed, at you especially – but it's hard to ignore how hot he looks right now.
but, no matter how badly you just wanted to be on your knees for him, you were never one to back down from a fight. so you're meeting his glare with one of your owns. “then what is it taehyung? please enlighten me,” there's a bite to your tone that he's heard thousands of times before, it doesn't affect him the way it should.
his stare only hardens. “don't play dumb, yn. you know exactly what it is,” you're shrugging your shoulders, a blank look on your face as you rise to your feet. “i have no idea what you're talking about unless you tell me,” you're saying as you move to pass him, but his grip on your arm keeps you from going far.
he's easily pushing you back against the wall, caging your body in with his arm. his sweet smell clouds your senses, close enough that you can see each one of his long lashes, framing his dark eyes. “i saw the way they were looking at you. every single time you'd giggle and i know you fucking love that shit,” the bored expression on your face only adds to his anger.
“so what if i did?” you challenge, a smirk playing on your lips.
taehyung's eyebrows raise in surprise, not sure what you're playing at. he doesn't read too much into it, though. he's too pissed to search for the meaning in your words, too focused on how much they annoy him. “do i need to remind you who you belong to?” he's mad so you're sure he has no idea how his words affect you.
even through the fabric of his pants, you can feel the thickness of his cock. flush against your thigh, heavy breaths fanning over your cheeks. you're reaching up for him, fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck and you tug. “remind me,” you tempt, words just above a whisper.
he's quick to notice the shift in your demeanor, the competitive fire in your eyes dwindled down to something more pliant. slumped in his grasp, daring him to take you the way that he wants. so he doesn't hesitate when he's reaching down to lift your legs, entering your space your smooth thighs press into the rough material of his shirt, his covered cock nudging against your core.
your body is being pressed against the wall with the movement of his hips, wet mouth pulling you in. tongue and teeth clashing as he kisses you as his life depended on it, hungrily. the whimpered moans you let out are muffled, but they still have his cock hardening. sharp teeth scraping against your lower lip until he's sinking his teeth in, pulling a loud yelp from you.
slowly, he's pulling back, eyes dropping to watch the way your lip stretches. a smirk on his lips on his face when he's releasing it. “you like that, huh?” you don't even gripe at his condescending tone, mind reeling from the way his lips felt on yours, all you can do is nod.
his head shakes down at you, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. “look at you. and i haven't even done anything, yet... you think anyone else can get you like this?” long fingers move underneath the hem of your shirt, latching onto the waistband of your panties. he holds them there, eyes lifting up to look at you. “who fucks you best, tiny?” he says with a grin, clear to have already won whatever argument you had been having.
you can't even remember at this point. consumed by the ache between your legs and how the only person that can truly sate you was the smug man standing in front of you. “you do, taehyung,” you're letting out a breath you had no idea you had been holding, the moment he's dipping his hand down the front of your panties.
he watches the way your body seems to melt against the wall, hips moving along with his fingers between your folds. “my tiny,” he's saying before leaning forward, covering your mouth with his again. kiss sloppier than the last, unfocused as a hand works between your legs, the other fighting with the button of his slacks.
wrestling with the material until he's able to pull his cock from its confines, throbbing in his palm and tip an angry red. he doesn't allow you a moment to prepare before he's pushing his way past your walls, large hand set on your hip to hold your body steady. a loud whine falls from your lips from the stretch, but your legs are wrapping around him – pulling him closer.
“fuck, you feel so good!” you're gasping, hands wrinkling the back of his shirt. your words stroke his ego nicely. “you take me so well, baby. like your pussy's made for me,” he says through a chuckle, hips drawing back until his tip is catching at your entrance. and then he's pushing himself forward, loving the way your moans sound.
strong hips snap against yours at a steady pace, pulling a string of whines and whimpers from your lips. limbs desperately clinging to him as he holds you up, low grunts filling the room. you're so tight around him, pulling him each time he tries to pull back. and he meant it when he said you were made for him, just like he was made for you. you were meant to be and no matter how sly you tried to act, he knew you knew it too.
which is why, even though his jealousy sometimes got the better of him, he was never truly worried. you were his and he was yours... he just liked hearing you say it. “who do you belong to, baby?” lips inches from your ear, you feel the warmth of his words and the heat that rises in your chest from them.
you can't seem to find the words, a warm tingle spreading throughout your body. all of your senses darkened with your approaching orgasm. he doesn't let your silence slide, though, slowing his thrusts to a stop. resting heavily inside of you and your eyes are shooting open, quick to find him. “taehyung-” protest caught on your lips.
“whose pussy is this, tiny?” he prompts, grip tightening on your waist when you attempt to move against him. it takes two failed squirms for you to give up, body falling slack against the wall. “you, taehyung! it's yours. now please-” the drive of his hips cut your words short.
he fucks you with much fervor, hips shoving yours back in a rhythmic pace. he fucks you until your eyes are rolling back, nails clawing at his back as your eyes roll back. loving the way your walls clench around him as you cum, forcing him to his own release.
he feels the way his stomach caves, thrusts becoming untimed and sloppy. “fuck, i'm gonna cum-” he's groaning, pressing himself deeper inside of you. your walls seem to flutter, milking the orgasm from his body.
“fuck, do it inside me... please, tae.” words breathy, coated with the sweet sounds of your moans. and he's more than willing to please you, pinning his body to yours as he speeds up the movements of his hips. “want me to fill you up? get you all pregnant for me,” his own words have him gasping, cuing the first licks of his orgasm.
the thought of you all round with his baby was something he's never really cared to imagine before, but now that he's mentioned it, it's the only thing he can focus on. it's obvious with the way he talks as his seed fills your body, hushed words urging you to take all his cum, telling you how hot you'd look pregnant.
he talks until his words turn into babbled nonsense, head heavy and resting on your shoulder. the strength he had to hold you up diminishing and he has no other choice but to let your body down. gentle fingers running through his soft hair until he's looking up, dark eyes finding the smile on your face.
you're quick to plant a kiss to his lips, mouth moving over his slowly and you feel the way he smiles. “you know i'm only yours, right?” you say once you've pulled away, thumbs brushing over the apples of his cheeks. he nods along with your words, an arm wrapped around your waist to pull your body into his. “and i'm only yours,” he grins, pulling you in for another kiss.
#jkp#🔥 sm au#asks; 🔥#taehyung drabble#taehyung smut#taehyung#kim taehyung#taehyung fic#asks; kez 🍯#taehyung sm au
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If you are still bored and want to write some smut, how about dom John Wick punishing reader for misbehaving?
I’ll be bored all week lol
Okay, Dom John Wick is weirdly a concept I can only imagine hard lately. I feel like he’s a softie deep inside and he just wants to be loved (maybe I’m the soft one in this scenario 🙈😂)
So here’s my attempt of John Wick punishing you for misbehaving
Warnings: dumb jokes, implied smut, fingering, teasing
You knew how to push his buttons.
John Wick was a legend in his world, someone whose name alone let people shiver in fear. The last time you were tipsy you had compared him to Lord Voldemort.
He had fought so hard against the laugh but failed.
John wasn’t part of the underworld anymore. He had met you and fallen in love. He had told you about his life after the dirt month of dating, fearing rejection but it was too late already. You had fallen for him.
But every once in a while there were flickers of the man he was before. Like right now as you both stood in the bedroom on either sides of your bed after coming home from a work dinner party. He was dangerously calm, his dark eyes not leaving yours, as he slowly stripped off his clothes. First his tie, then his shirt, then his pants.
You had put on the dress you had worn on your first date, and much like at your first date, you hadn’t seen the point of wearing underwear. Something John appreciated on your first date, fingering your against your apartment door before he kissed you good night.
Today however…
You hadn’t kept your hands off of him the whole night. Your hands always touching him until you had almost jerked him off under the table while your whole office day around you.
And now it was time for your punishment.
“Dress and shoes off, then lie on the bed, hands over your head,” he said. You saw him turn around, reaching for his tie. You bit your lip as you followed his commands, lying on the bed with your arms over your head.
He used his tie to restrain your hands against the head bored and you shivered in anticipation.
“Okay?” He whispered after he finished. You nodded.
“Okay.”
“Good. Then… let’s see how long I can tease you before you beg me to make you cum,” he hummed against your ear.
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Matchup Commission @yunohawkeye
Note: @yunohawkeye it's finally here! Thank you so much for your patience, I know you had to wait very long for this, but I hope it is to your liking!
Warning: This matchup contains nsfw, don't like, don't read!
Lord of the Rings: I ship you with Legolas!
The height difference is adorable.
He loves your hair, and he’s surprised when you tell him how you actually want it because that’s not something you really see in Middle-Earth, least of all his own culture. Still he’d be happy to help you find the supplies you need for cutting and dying it the way you want it.
You like stealing his tunics, as they look like oversized t-shirts on you and they smell like him. The first time he saw you wearing his clothes he almost died from cuteness.
He loved how you were a bit shy when you first met and then gradually became more comfortable around him. He saw it as an achievement whenever you shared something new with him, and he loved getting to know you more.
He’s a curious ball of sunshine and when you get excited about something he gets excited about it too. He’s so supportive of the things you do and likes learning more about them. He’d also be really happy if you took an interest in his hobbies such as archery.
Legolas enjoys being with people (this is also expected of him because he’s a prince) but he also loves quiet moments with you. He’s happy you can entertain yourself when he has to do his duties as prince of Greenwood the great, as he wouldn’t want you to be bored or lonely while he’s away.
Don’t worry about shopping he will get you all the clothes you could ever wish for and he lets them tailor exactly to your size (benefit of being a prince). He quickly takes notice of your style and orders clothing accordingly.
This ellon is clingy as fuck and would love nothing more than to be in your presence at all times, so no worrying about that. He’s also extremely cuddly. Good luck trying to get to the bathroom at night, he won’t let you out of his grip.
He likes your random moments, as he has a lot of them himself. I imagine him as a kind of oddball amongst elves. The two of you keep each other on your toes, and you can often be found laughing about something the other said.
Legolas adores both your tomboyish personality as well as your tomboy looks. Legolas is a warrior and works with both ellons and elliths who are all badasses but all look quite feminine with their long hair and stuff, meaning your personality is familiar yet your looks are refreshing and he likes it.
Introduce him to video games, he’d be fascinated by them. I can totally see him getting fully absorbed in a fight scene, whether he is playing himself or encouraging you.
Loves to dance with you, he does it all the time. You’re relaxing on the sofa doing nothing in particular? Dancing. He sees you walking past in the halfway? Let’s twirl around together for a moment. He’s been away from you for some time and now finally gets to see you again? He picks you up and spins you around, so happy he is to see you again.
Like I said before, Legolas is a bit of an oddball amongst elves, so he would never judge you for being your weird and quirky self because really, he’s the same. It makes him so happy that you’re comfortable enough to be yourself around him, and it encourages him to do the same as well.
Legolas is a ray of sunshine and finds joy in almost everything in life, but he has seen dark things and lost loved ones as well. He is the perfect person to talk to when life is weighing you down or when you just want to talk about some heavier topics, as he knows what it feels like, while at the same time he’s also capable of making you smile again in mere seconds.
Your dark humor catches him off guard at first but he catches on quite quickly.
Legolas is all for having a good connection and good communication. He often talks with you about how he feels about something and asks your opinion. He also frequently compliments you and genuinely can’t understand how you can’t see how amazing you are. Will stubbornly continue with giving you compliments, all the while looking at you as if you are denying simple facts such as the sky is blue, because he means every word he says.
Teasing him will be a challenge as he can be quite the oblivious one (for example if you were to rile him up during the day with lingering touches and then play dumb he would get frustrated because he’d believe you’d genuinely didn’t know what you were doing when in reality you were teasing him), and he will probably take the things you say too literal (“Legolas, is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” “Why would I have a banana in my pants?”). It’s best to just give him straightforward compliments when trying to flirt with him.
Legolas is a bottom. Like yeah, sure, he can take the lead if you want him to but he prefers to be the submissive one, and he loves the way you take the lead and how good you make him feel.
Just like with Thorin you’ll be introducing him to a whole new world regarding sex and toys. At first he’s a bit shy about the concept of dirty thoughts and talking about sex, but his curiousity and your openness to talk about it makes him more comfortable.
Loves it when you tie him up and have your way with him, especially when you peg and edge him.
You met at the counsel of lord Elrond where you volunteered to be part of the fellowship. Legolas was curious as to why a human woman would offer herself to such a task, and he started a conversation with you. He quickly came to like your company and often seeked out your company during the journey. You comforted each other after Gandalf’s death and while you are in Lothlorien he tells you about his home and the dangers it’s facing. He needs a bit of help from Aragorn and Gimli, but he eventually realizes he has feelings for you and he doesn’t hesitate to confess, because why would he? He loves you and wants to be with you, and if you feel the same then he wants to start courting immediately since your time together is already short with you being human and him being an elf.
The Hobbit: I ship you with Thorin!
He likes you being blunt. Thorin does not have the best social skills and though he is by no means stupid he can be a bit thickheaded sometimes. That’s why he likes that you’re not afraid to tell him how it is without beating around the bush.
Whenever you get bubbly or excited about something he gets this soft, fond smile while looking at you. He just thinks you’re so precious and he makes a mental note to often talk about your interests to see that spark in your eyes.
The teasing will get to him. God this dwarrow just can’t handle it, he might act all tough and stoic on the outside but he really is just one big softie on the inside who becomes a flustered mess the second you give him that look alone.
Just like you, Thorin is an introvert. He prefers to spend his time with close friends and family, such as the company and you. His favorite moments are spent with you, in your shared bedroom where you do your writing and he hums in front of the fire next to you, just enjoying each other’s presence.
You both tend to keep problems to yourself, so you help each other with opening up. It was a bit of a struggle in the beginning, with the both of you wanting to be there for each other but refusing to open up about your own problems. Slowly though, Thorin started to tell you about his past and the loss he felt when he lost his grandfather, his father and his brother in the war against the goblins. This made you open up about your feelings as well and the two of you learned to reach out to each other whenever something’s bothering you.
He’ll hold your hand when you have to be in a big crowd. As king and queen under the mountain it is expected of you to attend council meetings and grand parties alike, but Thorin always makes sure to stay close to you and offer you comfort until the two of you can retreat to your chambers again.
He loves your ‘randomness’, it refreshes him. He’s always been so focused on leading his people, reclaiming Erebor and then rebuilding it that he’s never really had any time for fun. You saying and doing random things gets him out of that cycle of endless responsibilities and to him it feels like a fresh breath of air.
Please play music with him! He feels a lot of pride in having such a talented and musical s/o. He would be so happy if you let him accompany you in your music with his harp.
Don’t worry about not having spotify or youtube in Middle-Earth, Thorin’s voice will definitely make up for it (we all heard him sing in Bag-end *chills*). He often hums to himself when doing a mundane task, and if you asked it of him he would be happy to sing for you.
He’s honored if you show him your writing.
He’s honored if you show him your writing.
Despite knowing you can handle yourself perfectly well he’s still very protective over you. He’s just so afraid to lose you, but he tries to tone it down for you as much as he can.
After the mountain is reclaimed he becomes much more loose and free spirited, he’ll be both your partner and your best friend for life
Although he can be a bit oblivious sometimes he makes an effort to see what your likes and dislikes are, for example your movie preferences, and he keeps them in mind when getting you gifts
Like I said before, you’ll have to help him with being open/vulnerable with you. It's not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just not used to being vulnerable with someone, so he needs to take it slow. You’ll also have to teach him to stay calm and talk when the two of you have an argument. Thorin is used to leading his people and has always been put under a lot of pressure because of it, but you quickly showed him that getting angry and barking orders was not the way to handle a fight with you, and with time he becomes better and better at talking things out with you.
Your openness to sexual talk and constantly having dirty thought caught him off guard at first, as people usually don’t talk so easily about such concepts in Middle-Earth. He tends to get a bit bashful/shy when he hears you talk about it, but slowly becomes more comfortable to listen and maybe add some of his own thoughts.
Will sit you down and tell you in a very serious way that you are amazing when you turn down a compliment. For example, he’ll compliment you for your writing and you say something along the lines of “I’m really not that good, I’m actually quite bad at it.” and he’d just get this serious face and be like “Amrâlime, you are one of the most talented people I’ve met, don’t talk about yourself like that.” Que him starting a whole rant about how beautiful and amazing and skilled you are and genuinely not understanding how you can’t see it too. Thorin has never been good with words, but he sure as hell is going to make sure you know how amazing he thinks you are.
He’s never thought much about sex or having a spouse, untill you came along. He first imagined himself topping, but when the moment finally arrived and you took the lead, he did not mind at all (he’s a switch).
You’re gonna have so much fun tying him up in bed and edging him. He’s not one to beg, or even ask for something in general, so it’s gonna be delicious when he finally does break
You introduce him to a whole new world regarding sex and toys. Thorin loves to experience all kinds of things with you and eventually settles on his own preferences and dislikes. He likes it that you’re a dom, it makes him feel taken care of. Being able to be so intimate and vulnerable with you was something he never knew he needed.
You met when the company stopped in Rivendell, where the company found you playing the piano. You had heard about the arrival of the dwarves and started a conversation with them. Soon you hit it off with Fili, Kili and Nori (for some reason I imagine him liking sex jokes and also being open to nsfw talk) and before you knew it you were part of the company. At first Thorin was against letting you join them, as he didn’t understand what business you could have with dwarves trying to reclaim their homeland, but during the quest you became closer and closer with him, talking about what Erebor was like before Smaug took over and what life was like for him and his family when Thorin had to lead his people to the blue mountains. Eventually the two of you started courting and Thorin asked you to marry him after Erebor was reclaimed, making you queen under the mountain.
#commission#matchup#special matchup#legolas x reader#thorin x reader#the hobbit#the hobbit x reader#lord of the rings#lord of the rings x reader
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the official ranking of Claude Becker outfits
the official ranking of Daniel Miller outfits here
the official ranking of Adam Price outfits here
all Claude Becker outfits & rankings under the cut
we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah
after two of these rankings, this outfit is the physical embodiment of a yawn
I do appreciate the patterned tie to change things up a tad even if I’m not into the pattern itself. the intent is there, just not the execution
I will give props to the team for giving Claude a patterned dress shirt here (you have to squint a bit on the second image - more on patterned dress shirts later), but they really should have upped the game a little - change the tie & be less subtle with the shirt pattern
and I ask you, does Claude Becker not strike you as a man who would insist on at least a pocket square with his suits?? dream bigger stylists
3/10
@whoever stores old movie props if these weren’t disposed of immediately after filming i will pay you for a copy of one of these
putting aside the hilarious social commentary and fucking literal writing on this magazine cover done by some poor prop designer at 2am (”How to starve artists and other capitalist things”, as well as ”Claude Becker rolls up his shirtsleeves and unties his tie and puts on a vest and casually hangs his hands from his pockets” etc.), this is a nice change-up that made me question why we don’t have RA in just a waistcoat and dress shirt more often
also that tie pattern? fab. I love it. that is how to do a patterned tie. I hope we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah is paying attention
that being said, minimal points because we don’t actually see Claude wearing it in real life
4/10
where, oh where is my polo shirt? oh look, it’s right there
is there any RA character who is not afflicted with a polo shirt? not recently, apparently
I genuinely thought that it was a dress shirt for a moment which had me disappointed at the banality but then that turned into utter devastation as I realised we actually are looking at a long sleeve zip up polo shirt
the draping of the coat? phenomenal and what really brings this entire thing together
the long/three-quarter sleeves? the zip-up rather than buttons? better than one can normally expect from a polo shirt... and then they went and added stripes to the collar and sleeves?? regret
could be a lot worse but could ultimately also not be a polo shirt as well 4.5/10
could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class
I’m sure you all know my long-sleeve shirt obsession with RA but I made a promise to be honest with myself on these lists. the only feeling this outfit evokes is a ‘eh’
the equivalent of a middle slider 5/10
the Claude you’d actually have a fun day with
there’s something about RA in a hoody that just bangs. good lord I also have a weakness for those forearms
I also thought for a good moment these were dark jeans, but they disappointingly turn out to be sweatpants? however, it has made me think that we need to see RA in some darker denim shades more often
this Claude is could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class but with just a little more fun and class to boost it *just* outside of the ‘eh’ zone
5.2/10
now this is how we do a long-sleeved shirt
I think it’s been fairly well-established by now that loose, long-sleeved RA is my ultimate weakness, so it’s nice to see that Ocean’s 8 is also making a concerted effort to murder me
also Claude’s obsession with sweatpants is giving me life
this is the Claude you make pasta with. and that pasta would be damn tasty, too
5.9/10
come hither
just-woken-up Claude is made 100x better by the bed head hair and the sleepy gaze
this man needs to get back into bed for a snuggle (preferably with me)
I can’t decide if I’m into the loose boxers or missing the tighter Adam Price undies. either way, it’s definitely not a bad aesthetic. and it reminds me, like dad chic Adam Price, that we don’t get enough of RA in shorts
I feel bad assigning numbers to a a shirtless one BUT Claude does transform into being fully-clothed in this scene so I’m going with it 6.4/10
you can kiss my hand anytime
the blessing of this film is not only the visual assault of attractive actors from all sides and genders, but it also instigates in me the thought that RA is wearing printed dress shirts and I can’t remember the last time I saw this?? I never even realised how much I need to see a lot more of this kind of look on RA until we were blessed with this vision
look at those lil’ elephants!! adorable. I hope Claude has a closet full of these with different animals on them
this outfit was so good, RA even wore it in his behind-the-scenes interview
7/10 for a printed, suited dream
the Claude you take home to mom & dad
god, it’s even better without the suit jacket
this is my honest appeal to the powers that may or may not be to put RA in more printed dress shirts
7.6/10
sometimes I think I should be more ashamed of myself
I feel like I need to preface this one thusly: okay, but like hear me out for real this time
I know this is ultimate hipster white-dude look and RA plays into that character so fantastically with Claude here. I mean just look at his expression. something about this whole look makes me want to simultaneously punch this man in the face and also take him home with me
this is a man who you know is a mistake before you make it, but choose to follow through anyway. he’s that last shot of tequila or the 5th glass of wine. you know you would go for him too. don’t even try to deny it
is the high ranking because of the novelty factor? is it because I’ve never seen RA wear a beanie like that and honestly the infamous running Daniel Miller could take notes? is it because I can’t take anyone who wears a beanie like that seriously?
all we do know is that I also can’t believe this is so high on the list
7.8/10
the moment we all learned Claude is 100% a bottom
one of the most iconic Claude moments in the film. RA plays the ‘dumb horny idiot’ character so well in this scene
not so into the pinstriped suit jacket but the hoodie peeking out from underneath combined with the thin scarf makes it for me
8/10
question: how may teeny-weeny scarves does Claude own, exactly?
who could forget the iconic moment when Sandra Bullock nearly shivs RA?
we have another printed dress shirt and I am HERE for it. it even has birds this time!! nice to see that Claude is not just a land mammal sort of man
I will concede that this is the sort of pattern that few men can pull off but RA is making it work and I am living
8.7/10
I’m not sure I can make a comment on this one that is even remotely appropriate except for “I told you Claude is a bottom”
safety first, buy some proper restraints for the bedroom please Claude/10
modern royalty au Thorin
this is the moment that every single Hobbit fan went “hell yeah, now I have the perfect new aesthetic for my modern royalty Hobbit AU” (as an avid lotr/hobbit fan, I am not joking here)
RA looks like royalty here because he should be. please sign my petition to have RA usurp the British Queen
for real though, that baby blue sash is the 1000% perfect added touch to this suit and we love RA in a baby blue. a decent (and clearly successful) effort to match the faux Met Gala theme: European royalty. however, it is also pretty accurate re: the imaginative effort that most men have with altering their Met Gala outfits to fit that year’s theme
we need more RA in ‘modern royal’ roles for the #aesthetic and also so that he can dress like this more often
9.3/10 for a princely (or dare I say kingly?) figure
James Corden looks so gleeful running after Claude that it makes me happy. I get it, James. I get it
there’s really nothing spectacular about the general outfit here - except for the swagger RA is giving this
pants? shirt? boring, meh
check scarf? a brilliant switch up from Claude’s normal thin scarves.
the popped coat? now we’re cooking
the sunglasses and wind-ruffled hair that screams “I’m hungover but I still look effortlessly handsome”? delectable
the dogs?? the best set dressing one could ask for
the attitude and ‘I’m too cool for you’ swagger? priceless and what makes this the second-best outfit of the whole film
9.6/10 this man could punch me and I would be grateful
hot diggity dog, someone get me Claude’s handcuffs
from the front view, it could be argued that this outfit (well, technically it may not really be a separate outfit as it’s the undone version of modern royalty au Thorin), while fairly exceptional, does not first place make
however, someone had the idea to shoot RA from a side angle in this and for that I am eternally in their debt
it’s all about the tease with this one. the glimpse of the suspenders (and holy shit, RA in suspenders was not a look I had thought about before). the way the waist coat hangs off Claude’s chest like that, just enough to make its presence obvious. the cufflinks. the delicate pocket watch chain.
if previous outfits on this list have been all sex and swagger, this is the foreplay. the subtle strip tease.
10/10
#thanks for the responses to my photoshoot query y'all I think that is next#though it might be a two-parter given the volume of photoshoots#then thinking lucas north after that#hoping to get photoshoots pt. 1 done next week sometime anyway#but who knows because good ol' Boris Johnson is sending me back into an unsafe environment to teach germ-riddled teens very shortly#so I need to spend some serious time doing prep work for that over the coming week#let's pray I don't catch covid from the kids until I can get vaccinated in summer!!!#based on previous experiences I give it 1 & 1/2 weeks before us teachers start dropping like flies#ANYWAY#richard armitage#claude becker#ocean's 8#ocean's eight#oceans 8#oceans eight
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Character Palette/Personality Palette
If I have seen the movie/show/or whatever this character is in I will let you know! But if I haven't I'm just gonna give my best guess to their personality or what I think they like and everything. I will make them two palettes, one based on their appearance and one based on what I think their personality is. If you'd rather not see this just block the tag "character palette and personality guess" I figure no one's tagging anything like that so it should be easy to filter out. If you genuinely like this character and I lowkey diss them I'm sorry, I'm not going to apologize though, you're going to have to live with it. If you wanna send me a character for a palette and my guess at their personality/interests just drop it on anon and I'll see what I can do.
Alright so this is Gavin from the game/anime Mr Love: Queen's Choice. Never seen or heard of this one, probably not going to, I'm not too big on visual novel games. But let's get into it
Love the the color palette, fuck with the hair, do not like that his shirt remind me of a police officer. They did him dirty naming him Gavin though, Gavin is not a name you scream out during sex, like, it just doesn't work. It's like Gary or Dave. People named Gavin don't fuck. He looks like the dumb. I'm liking him less and less the more I have to look at him because his face says "I am a straight man interested only in the female protagonist" but his hands say BL novel. The outfit he's wearing in the picture is definitely not to be looked at for too long or focused on because he's wearing a fucking button up under a hoodie, but the sleeves are rolled up and the shirt is tucked in. His aesthetics are dad and skater but he decided to mix the two and I'm just in awe. The chain, bracelet, and ear piercing have a romantic kind of "We can always run away together" but his pants, shoes, and tie all say, "I promised your dad I'd have you back at eight thirty and I just like to be punctual." I'm confident I could kick this guys ass in a fight. I think the only thing that concerns me is the fact that if he did manage to land a hit on me, his hand would slap one full half of my face and I'd look like Todoroki for hours after our encounter. He's the character that would make a noise complaint and get the police to show up at a party because the main love interest is there and he doesn't like her talking to another guy. He doesn't get in fights, and if he did he'd get his ass beat for sure. Unless they're background characters. But if it's another main character and this guy, he's getting leveled on the spot. I don't know what his job is and I couldn't tell you. He's got so much going on with his outfit that it's impossible to tell what he does for a living. But he'll for sure end up owning a small business somewhere. He's got big "I own a cafe" energy. I can't hear his voice but I'm certain it's monotone and that he's got like four facial expressions. He's boring and, whoever the main character is, they're not choosing this guy to marry in the end. He's not the bad boy, he's the pining best friend who never stood a chance. His theme song is You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift. You can't change my mind.
Anyway here's his palette based on his character design.
And here is his palette based on what I think his personality is.
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i would like to request 18 & 56 for ian x mc if you wanna write it🥺👉🏼👈🏼
Thanks for the ask @raleigheffingcarrera ❤️❤️
You can find the prompt list here.
#18- “Do you own anything that isn’t a woollen jumper?”
#56-“I don’t think i’ve ever see you without a book in your hand…”
Word count: 2.1 K (fuck that is longer that I thought it would be)
Author's note: okay so this is my first time writing Ian X mc and I hope it lives up to your expectations 😅
And also I have changed the MC's character a little because let's agree.. um qb MC is creepy🤢
Forgive me if I make any mistakes and I hope you like it ❤️
Falling like the stars
Bianca sat on one of the tables in the almost empty quad, studying. Sure, she was part of 'the Elite' and climbing the popularity charts but being a straight A student for most of her academic career would never remove the nerd in her.
Fall was around the corner, so the trees were a burst of red, orange and green. The leaves rustled with the wind and the setting sun casted long shadows on the ground. The birds chirped and the sky was a hue of reds and pinks, making the entire place look so serene.
There used to have such pretty sunsets back home. Bianca thought, swimming in nostalgia.
Shaking her head, she dived back into her notes, several books open around her as she resumed writing.
It went on like that for an hour before she heard laughter and chatter from the other end of the quad. Students filed out of the anthropology class.
Must be the class which Ian set up for the people who failed the mock test. Bianca mused to herself.
As the students poured out, her eyes kept on flitting to the entrance, waiting for him to come out.
God, just how whipped are you?
Whenever she thought about her past interactions with Ian, she would mentally face palm.
She wanted to bang her head at how cringy and dumb she acted around him. She wanted to be smooth, but she would come across as a creep. She wanted to come across as understanding, but she would come across as pressurising. She wanted to come across as caring, but she ended up being overbearing.
Ian was such a sweetheart that he would brush of the comments but seeing the discomfort in his eyes made her want to curl up into a ball and die.
She just couldn't understand how she manage to fuck up everytime. Sure she was good at flirting with both guys and girls but, that was just mindless fun. Just a mutual exchange.
But with Ian, it was different. Ian was not the kind of guy you could just add to a list of hook ups. He was the kind of guy you could have long conversations and not get bored. He is the kind of guy who would listen to your problems and guide you. He is the kind of guy you could call at 3 am and he would come over to be by your side as you cry.
He is the kind of guy you could fall in love with.
And those guys were dangerous. If you fell for him, your life would never be the same, take it however you want.
Yet... She found herself doing the exact opposite of what she promised herself to not do.
Fall for her anthropology professor.
She saw Ian exit the classroom, his laptop in hand. She observed his outfit and it was the usual he wore. Tie, woollen jumper (for it was chilly), formal pants and brown Oxfords.
Does he own anything that isn't a woollen jumper?
She saw him talk to a couple of students before bidding them good night.
Look away Hughes. Look away before-
His eyes snapped to hers, as if he had an inbuilt radar.
-he sees you.
Blushing and caught in the act, she raised her hand and sent a small wave. He gave a grin and started walking towards her.
Shit shit shit. He is coming here what do I do?
Be yourself. He inner voice said, which sounded eerily like Zoey's.
Be myself? What kind of dumb advice is that.
She looked down at her notes, her voluminous curls covering her face praying to God, that she doesn't fuck up this time.
"In the entirety of this week, I don't think I've seen you without a book in your hand..." Ian spoke up, an amused grin on his face.
Twirling her pen she spoke. "Well there is a saying- No matter what clothes you wear, you can't shake out the nerd in you."
"Let me guess, its a quote which you came up on the spot."
Shooting an embarassing grim she spoke. "Guilty as charged. There is a reason I'm not majoring in Lit."
They both chuckled. Cupping her face in her hand she said, "You look awfully cheery today."
"Obviously, it's the weekend and I'm not going to have to deal with students and faculty for 48 hours."
Giving her books a stink eye she sighed. "I wish I could get out. I'm just so done with everyone."
"Why is that? Aren't you like Miss Popular now? Where are your friends?"
"They aren't-" stopping abruptly she sighed and played with her hands on the table.
Ian reached and squeezed one of her hands which had her looking up to see kind dark eyes stare back at her. "Something's bothering you. Do you wanna talk about it? I'm a good listener."
Her heart leaped but her notes glared back at her. "I would love to but I have to study."
"Yeah, I know that. But I also know that you should not burn yourself out. When was the last break you took? Or the last time you are?"
Silence.
"Well that answers my concerns. C'mon I know this food truck with delicious giant burritos."
Closing her book shuts and placing her pens into her pouch she stood up and stretched. Ian's eyes narrowed on to the exposed skin of her torso.
Ian, calm down. Don't stare at her like you want to fuck her. She is your student and you are the professor. He chanted to himself before helping her close her books.
Placing the books in her satchel, she threw the strap over her shoulder. "Okay. I won't turn down a giant burrito. But we will need to come back in an hour and half."
"Deal."
"This guy is a culinary genius. I used to come here to eat when I first shifted to NYC. They are so big-"
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"Oh god this smells sooo good." Bianca said as they stood in line for the food truck.
"That's what she said." Bianca snickered to which Ian gave an unamused expression.
She shrugged and gave an unbiased grin. "What? I saw the opportunity and I just couldn't let it slide."
"I swear you need Jesus." Ian muttered under his breath before stepping forward to place their order.
"Here, let me pay-" Bianca said as she reached for her purse but, was stopped by Ian grasping her wrist and shaking his head.
"It's my 'good luck for your exams' treat for you."
Bianca looked down, a shy smiling on her face.
Why do I get so flustered around him?
Taking their food, they walked further into the park and sat on a bench facing a small pond.
Unwrapping her burrito eagerly, she took a big bite and groaned as the spicy flavours burst into her mouth. "This is sho goofff." She said with her mouth full.
"Told you it would be worth it. " Ian said as he took a sip of his coke.
Gulping she smiled. "Never doubted you for a second."
"Wait you have something...here." Ian reached forward to wipe the sauce at the edge of her mouth with his thumb which left an onslaught of butterflies in her tummy.
Thank god it's dark and he can't see my cheeks.
They continued to eat in a comfortable silence before Ian spoke up. "So, are you ready to tell me what's bothering you?"
Swallowing her bite, she sighed. "It's just... I'm exhausted."
"Is it about your exams?"
"Nope. I love studying as dorky as it sounds. It's my only escape. But... I'm tired of everything else, y'know?"
"Is it about 'the T'? Poppy? The popularity hierarchy here?"
She scoffed as she agressively took a bite of her burrito. "Try all of the above."
Turning towards him, she spoke, her forehead furrowed with annoyance. "Do you how shitty this entire charade is? It feels like I'm in the fuckin Hunger games over here. I never gave a damn about how popular I am or how feminine I need to look or what kind of threads I need to wear to impress people. I am a 'band tee, shirts and Vans' kinda girl but here I am wearing-" she pointed at her black woollen turtle neck, her pleated skirt and knee length boots "- THIS! My mom would be shocked that I actually am wearing a skirt."
"I think you look beautiful." The compliment slipped out of his mouth without him even realizing.
His eyes widened after a moment. "I-" he began but he was stopped short by Bianca shaking her head and squeezing his arm in gratitude.
"Thank you Ian. But coming back to the topic, this is straight something out of mean girls and it's so unnatural. Hell, in my previous college everyone was too stressed and depressed to bother about this... This popularity contest!"
"Yep. That's Belvoire for you. Where the rich will trample over the poor." Sarcasm dripping off his lips which had Bianca chuckling.
Raising their coke bottles they clinged to each others. "I will drink to that."
Taking a sip, they both gazed at the water. The night sky reflected in it which made the entire place look magical. After sometime, Bianca spoke up. "I am not liking how it's changing me."
Ian turned towards her, their knees brushing against each other. Ian exercised his absolute control and willpower to not look down at the expanse of her legs.
"Care to elaborate?"
Letting out a humourless laugh she continued. "When I was accepted to Belvoire, I thought it would open up so many new opportunities. The exposure and knowledge would help me sharpen my skills. The various job offers and the placement deals... The list could go on and on."
Looking down at her almost finsihed burrito, she sighed. "But it's just opened up doors to manipulation, deceit and savageness."
Sighing, Ian gazed into the distance. "Well that is the funny thing about these elite schools. They promise you dreams but tell you you aren't good enough the moment you enter. They promise you hope that life will turn around but tell you that you are destined to your old ways. At the end of this torment, you are so way off from your morals. It's a paradox which I hate."
"Exactly!! And see, I'm assertive, I don't take shit from anyone and I won't hesitate to give it back to a bully. But, that became an invitation for people to see me as someone who would dethrone Poppy. It's tremendous pressure and Zoey has taken up the job of being some, marketing manager, trying to sell this brand called 'Bianca Hughes'. I love that girl but damn... I didn't sign up for this."
Ian wiped his mouth before continuing. "Sorry if this come across as crass, but I have noticed how you bask in the constant fawning and how most of the campus is head over heels in love."
"Well, I also have years of drama classes under the belt. It's all an act Ian. I am in this constant state of turned on and I am not able to turn it off."
Ian eyes bugged out and Bianca turned red after she realized what she said. "I didn't mean it in the sex way I meant it- argh!" She smacked her hand on her forehead.
Chuckling Ian squeezed her shoulder. "No I get it. You have been putting up a facade of someone you aren't and that would, of course be tiring. Years of staying here in the Big Apple and till this day, I wonder how far have I gone from the wide eyed boy who grew up in the suburbs. Would he be proud of what I have accomplished? Or be ashamed of how I have deviated from my morals?"
She shot a smile his way. "Well I think he would be proud. Despite how much the people around here drag you down, you are one of the most genuine people I have come across in this jungle filled with snakes. It feels nice that I have someone I can talk to about mundane problems without being judged, y'know?"
Ian smiled back at her and squeezed her hand. "Me too. I care about you and I am always here to listen to your problems and guide you. You are unique and don't let this entire ordeal take that away from you."
"Thank you Ian. I really appreciate it."
They got and threw the trash into the adjacent garbage as they started heading back for campus.
"Ian?"
"Yeah Bianca?" Ian turned towards her, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"I'm sorry if I come to hard on you. I don't do it on purpose, I swear! It's just - oof all my words get muddled up due to my feelings and I end up embarassing myself and making you uncomfortable."
He chuckled as he tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze flitting to her brown orbs. "It's okay Bianca. People do crazy things when they have crush-itis."
"Lemme guess, you came up with that disease right now."
"Just like you did with that quote. Remind me again, what was it? No matter what clothes-"
She cut him off by lightly shoving him "Shut up." But he just continued laughing.
"You are annoying." She grumbled.
"But you still like me." He said as he nudged her shoulder.
That I do...
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Drabble request for reddie from the first prompt list #13 ("kiss me") pwease ❤️❤️❤️
[Kiss me.] - Reddie
The clubhouse has seen many fashion phases and special occasion wear on every Loser’s behalf, the walls covered with polaroids and writings in black and silver Sharpie. This past year, it’s been hard for the Losers to hang out all at the same time, what with part time jobs and senior year responsibilities and whatnot. But even though it’s difficult, it’s always nice.
Tonight, the air feels different. Tonight, Richie is alone and laying in his hammock and staring at the spitballs he’d stuck on the ceiling last year on a whim.
“Hey,” Richie hears from beside him; and when he turns his head, he is met with the sight of none other than Eddie, causing him to spring up to his feet. He’s standing at the ladder entrance, graduation gown zipped open to show his neatly pressed pants and ironed white shirt and perfectly boring maroon tie. Speak of the devil—or, think of the devil?
“Thought I’d find you here,” Eddie speaks up again when Richie doesn’t. “You love that hammock.”
“Yeah, I just didn’t wanna go home yet,” Richie responds, tossing his cap back onto the hammock. Eddie nods with an understanding “Ah”.
The tiniest moment of awkward silence passes by before Eddie chimes again, scratching his head. “So, U of C, huh? Finally getting out of this shithole.”
Richie snorts. “Finally doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling.” They share a laugh. It’s nice. Afterward, Eddie gathers himself with the sound of him clearing his throat.
“Are we gonna finally address this thing between us?”
“What thing?”
“You know, the thing where we obviously have some type of feelings for each other?”
“Uh, I—We—“ Richie stammers helplessly before Eddie interjects, saving him the trouble.
“You know, for someone with an SAT score as high as yours, you’re unbelievably slow,” he laughs, walking toward Richie until he’s at about a foot’s distance in front of him. “Either that or you’re just really good at playing dumb.”
“I was scared,” Richie admits, sighing defeatedly, wishing he had a better reason.
“Me too. But I’m not anymore,” Eddie concludes, taking that last step to connect the two of them. Richie feels like he’s dreaming when he notices Eddie’s gaze flicker to his lips for a moment and then back to his eyes. Who would have thought that Eddie Kaspbrak would be the one to grow some balls and just not be afraid? Richie wasn’t even aware that was an option. “We still have this summer, right?”
“Of course.” Richie’s palms start to sweat.
“And no crazy evil clown?”
Richie laughs. “No crazy evil clown.”
Eddie stands there for another moment, looking at Richie like…he doesn’t even know what. Like he’s gathering courage, like he’s debating, like he’s made up his mind. “Kiss me.”
So, although he is barely grasping that this is his reality, Richie does. He kisses Eddie the way he’d imagined he would countless times before. And it is so much better than he could have ever expected.
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23 nd tutorship ^v^
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#23: ‘take my jacket’
Jaden loved to party and he wouldn’t apologize for that. Tournaments, interviews, endorsements, even a season finale of a TV show—all excuses to let loose and fill up no less than three trash bags with beer cans, pass out with his shoes on, and wake up groggy yet fulfilled the next day. Being a pro duelist had been the best move he’d ever made in his life, not just for the money and pictures and love of the game, but because even boring opening ceremonies or long-ass photoshoots ended with everyone getting smashed for no other reason than that they could. It was paradise.
This party fucking sucked though.
It didn’t suck in like, a traditional sense. The ballroom was beautiful, with vaulted ceilings and elegantly decorated tables with little placards for their names and everyone was dressed nicely. He was sitting at his assigned seat, staring at the nameplate and sipping prosecco, feeling like he should climb up onto the table and dance to liven things up a bit. Though the urge was strong and he’d downed four of these flutes of angry grape juice, he instead pulled out his phone from his front pocket—yeah, he was wearing a blazer with a fancy inside pocket, something he had never expected to wear in his life—and scrolling through his texts, most of them from Syrus, who was lamenting that they weren’t together to watch Aster and Zane’s televised foreplay. Jaden felt guilty but he wished he’d had a duel scheduled tonight. Zane and Aster had gotten out of attending this party (he used the term loosely) with Alexis, but this was a by week for him and he had no excuse.
Originally when Bastion had told him that he had to attend this—gala, that had been the word—this gala he was hype, ready to hang off his boyfriend’s arm and be the pro duelist trophy boyfriend to Bastion’s physics doctoral candidate, preferably hammered and bragging about how Bastion and Alexis had been awarded a competitive research grant for an assload of money. That was the plan, at least. Then again, he was under the impression that these galas were similar to his version of a party, where everyone showed up hella drunk and someone lost their pants thirty minutes in for whatever reason. The fancy name should’ve tipped him off, he thought, texting Syrus that he might have to fake a stomachache so he could dip out early, but in his defense he assumed the fancy name was because it was a university-sponsored thing not because it was stuffy as hell.
Syrus sent him back a sternly worded text that he should be happy for Bastion and that his boyfriend had put up with all of their drunken asses more times than he could count. Jaden could suck it up for one night.
Wrinkling his nose and feeling guilt swell up in him, Jaden locked his phone and put it back in his blazer—it was Bastion’s blazer actually, as Jaden didn’t own one nor did he remember to get one even though he’d been informed of this a week ago—and downed the rest of his wine, setting the empty glass back on the tablecloth. This would probably be more tolerable if he hadn’t immediately been separated from Bastion and Alexis, who had been accosted by professors and the program director almost as soon as they’d walked in. From his spot, he could see them standing with who he recognized as their faculty adviser, probably talking about something super smart and sciencey. This shit had gone on for the past forty-five minutes and Jaden could probably just walk over and interject himself, but what would he even say? The original plan didn’t seem like it would work as he definitely couldn’t grab Bastion’s ass and make off-color jokes about how his dick-sucking lips had won them that grant with this crowd of old-ass academics.
Bastion did look good in that suit though. Jaden probably wouldn’t be able to resist getting a handful of his ass when those slacks were stretched so tightly over it, already thinking of how he should drop something in front of him so he’d pick it up and give Jaden an excellent view. Looking down at his own ensemble, he wondered how Bastion had let him out of the house. He was wearing a purple leopard print button-up and had cuffed his dress pants and had refused to wear socks with these dress shoes unless he could wear his Winged Kuriboh ones. That had earned him an exasperated look from his boyfriend, who was busy ironing his own boring white shirt. Apparently the line was at Winged Kuriboh socks, as Bastion hadn’t said anything about his outfit when they’d left.
He could probably go over there, maybe just stand between Bastion and Alexis and not say anything. It’d be better than being the only person sitting at a table alone, even if what they were talking about would definitely go over his head and there wasn’t enough dancing for it to be a real party. Getting on the table and dancing was starting to become a more attractive idea by the second.
They’d been dating long enough for there to be a little voice in his head he called his Inner Bastion, which served as both a voice of reason and about eighty percent of his impulse control (the other twenty percent was divided between Jesse, Jim, and Syrus, though Sy was usually an enabler). It even had a cute British accent. Currently, it was telling him that if the choices were between dancing on the table and suffering through academics, he should go with the lesser of two evils.
It didn’t bar him from getting more alcohol, though, which was good because he definitely needed it. Just because everyone else was still upright and had all their clothes and there hadn’t been an impromptu karaoke battle didn’t mean he couldn’t have his own little party. Bastion could carry him out if needed.
“Thanks, dude,” Jaden was glad their assigned table was by the server station, meaning he didn’t have to go more than a few feet to get more of this angry grape juice. Too bad they didn’t have anything harder or else he’d be about ten rum and pineapples deep.
A real party should be impossible to navigate, everyone sweaty and close together, the music too loud to talk over unless you were right against someone’s ear or yelling so loud your throat hurt the next day. The most difficult part of reaching Bastion was walking sideways between chairs so he didn’t have to disturb anyone sitting down, which was a total bummer. He’d seen Bastion at a party with his other PhD candidate friends and they could throw down. Fucking school ruining everything, he thought sourly, trying to keep his face neutral as he got closer.
Just like he’d predicted, he could hear the adviser talking to Bastion about his upcoming exam, which sounded like gibberish to Jaden. He knew what an integral was and the difference between speed and velocity but other than that he couldn’t keep up, no matter how many times he helped Bastion study.
Deciding it was best not to interrupt their discussion of stellar evolution, which would be a great name for a mixtape, he tried to formulate a plan of attack to stand between them without looking awkward as hell. Alexis and Bastion were too damn close though, which he normally thought was adorable because they were best friend science buddies and Bastion’s tie matched Alexis’ dress, which wasn’t relevant but still insanely cute, and there would be no way for him to stand there without squeezing in and being a disruption. He’d just have to stand by Bastion’s side and take his chances. Hopefully none of these academic wizards would want to talk to him because the only thing he knew well was dueling and that probably wouldn’t fly with these nerds.
Jaden loved nerds. Bastion was a massive nerd and he loved him a lot, especially when he got excited about something and he’d start rambling, sticking a pencil behind his ear and gesticulating (usually at an equation he’d written on his office wall) and Jaden was totally content to pay his tuition with that sweet, sweet dueling cash if it meant he got to see him so happy. Jaden loved that kinda nerd. These stuffy nerds were a different story, completely uncharted territory. They probably didn’t cry tears of happiness when they finished a hard problem and probably didn’t look up at the stars and talk about extraterrestrial life and how rad space travel would be. That was the flavor of nerd he was used to.
Bastion was in the middle of saying something about electrons when Jaden came to stand next to him, their shoulders brushing, announcing his presence in the most subtle way Jaden had ever cut into a conversation ever. Damn, he should be flouncing over, totally drunk, kissing Bastion in the middle of the ballroom and shouting that his boyfriend was mega smart and that tie would be used to bind Bastion to the headboard later. Instead he had a flute glass and was sliding an arm around his boyfriend, trying to be quiet and unassuming. What fucking alternate universe was he in?
“—the expansion of—” Bastion stopped speaking to look down at Jaden, smiling once he realized it wasn’t some random person leaning on him. “Dr. Zweinstein, this is Jaden. I don’t think you two have met yet.”
Of course Bastion would be nice and make introductions.
“Hey,” Jaden switched the glass to his left hand so he could shake with his right. “Bas has told me a lot about you.”
Hopefully that counted as enough of a conversation. Bastion was very warm and his arm was now around Jaden, which was awesome because now he could lean into his boyfriend. Normally Jaden would talk more, but this whole situation was lowkey uncomfortable and he was out of his element given how fancy this gala was. Gala. What a dumb word. It sounded so fancy and exciting yet it was boring as hell.
“He’s told me about you as well,” Dr. Zweinstein spoke with a faint German accent and Jaden wondered if PhD programs only brought in people with sick accents to make them seem more exotic. Alexis was the only American he’d met in the parade of Bastion’s higher education friends. “You’re a duelist?”
“Yeah,” Jaden wanted them to go back to talking about physics. Zweinstein was the same height but he still felt like he was being looked down on, his eyes looking over the rim of his glasses and a faint downturn of his wrinkled old mouth. Yeah, that was about right. Bastion never made him feel like he was dumb or anything, except when he was being really dumb and that usually involved some scheme he and Syrus had cooked up that might risk them bodily harm or gastrointestinal discomfort.
“I’m sure that’s exciting.” Zweinstein didn’t sound genuine, more condescending.
Bastion must’ve sensed that things were about to go downhill. “Jaden has been a big help. I don’t think I would’ve passed your last exam without him.”
That was sweet, really, but Jaden had just graded a practice test, which didn’t involve anything but looking at the nicely circled x = whatever after an endless parade of calculus and checking them against an answer key. It’s not like he could help Bastion if he got in a real pickle, which is why he often saw his boyfriend dialing Alexis’ number at ass o’clock at night, standing in front of the wall where he’d attempted a problem with a worn-down pencil and tension in his shoulders.
“Oh, nonsense. You and Alexis are my best students. I think the two of you were born to do this.”
That was less sweet. The part about him helping Bastion being nonsense, that is. Bastion and Alexis were the best because they were Bastion and Alexis, so he could agree with that. Jaden shifted, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling very defensive because he may not have been a braniac but he did try to help in whatever capacity he could. Fuck this stuffy ass gala.
He felt fingers nudging at him, and he looked over to see Alexis reaching behind Bastion and prodding his side, smiling at him. She looked exquisite in that dress, the gold matching her eyes and making her look like the absolute queen she was. Jaden overcame his extreme annoyance at Dr. Asswipe—it really was unfortunate the guy had been kinda dickish because Bas talked about him like the guy invented the sun—to smile at her. Damn the two of them for standing so close together he couldn’t squeeze in.
Honestly, that’s probably how everyone felt when he and Syrus were together, but that was different. Jaden and Syrus were the awesomest at parties and if Syrus were here instead of watching Alexis’ boyfriends duke it out on prime time television they could play a drinking game at least. Not like Bastion wouldn’t play drinking games with him, but since he was one of the guests of honor its not like he could get totally shitfaced. That was another reason this party sucked. Alexis and Bastion should be messes right now, needing to be scraped off the floor because it was their party and they deserved to celebrate like he did after winning a duel.
The conversation had blessedly switched away from Jaden and back to stars or whatever the “post AGB phase” was. It probably wasn’t too late to fake a stomachache, he thought as he sipped more of the prosecco, looking aimlessly into the crowd of people, half-listening to Bastion’s voice as he talked about shell burning (yet another great name for a mixtape), but Syrus’ text about being supportive echoed in his head. He could stick it out for Bastion.
It was hard, though, to listen to all these big words and not know anything about what was going on. If it were just the two of them, Jaden would interrupt and ask his boyfriend to explain something in very small words so he could at least sorta understand enough to be engaged, but they weren’t at home or in the car or even at Starbucks. Maybe he should’ve just stayed at the table and texted Syrus or tried to livestream Zane and Aster’s duel. The only good thing that had come out of leaving his seat was that Bastion’s arm was around him, keeping their sides pressed together, and that Bastion was clearly very excited about whatever they were talking about and he sounded so happy.
Taking another sip of wine, Jaden glanced up at his boyfriend, how he was smiling while saying huge-ass words that meant nothing to Jaden, who couldn’t spell ‘necessary’ or ‘license’ without googling it first. This was his element, this academic wasteland, devoid of personality and individualism, the only thing here facts and figures and research that took countless hours. The blazer felt itchy, restrictive, weighing heavily on his shoulders and making it hard to breathe. Jaden had never been in this part of Bastion’s world before. Usually the extent was watching him and several other students gathered around the coffee table or sequestered in the office, studying together or shooting the shit, and none of them had been this type of boring, flat, lifeless, damn near oppressive type of academic.
“Jaden.”
Zweinstein was speaking to him again, and Jaden halted his thoughts about how he was itchy and hot and overall uncomfortable to focus.
“Yeah?” He tried not to think of how he sounded raspy and lowkey kinda pathetic.
“Bastion says you were recently in Zurich.”
That wasn’t really recent, but yeah. “I had a tournament there a couple months ago. Nice place, but super cold.”
“I was just telling Bastion that we have several job openings in Zurich with one of our sister universities,” Zweinstein continued, still looking at Jaden over his glasses and he could’ve sworn the man was speaking slower, like he was unsure Jaden could understand him. The itchy, tight feeling intensified, and Jaden gripped onto the wine glass and tried to think of the way Chazz pitched a fit on television when Jaden had dropped his life points to zero last week. “I think it would be a good fit once he completes the program.”
A job? Overseas? There would be worse things, Jaden supposed. He wasn’t about to have a conversation about important life decisions right here, though. “That’s cool.”
“That’s a word for it.” Zweinstein drawled.
“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll probably end up staying around here.” Thankfully Bastion was there to speak again because Jaden was about ten seconds from smashing his glass in his turtle-looking face.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Zweinstein looked from Jaden to Bastion. “Though it is possible to be a duelist anywhere in the world. I hope you don’t let your partner’s career dictate yours.”
Jaden was hot, burning hot. The air was so thick it hurt to breathe, fingers twitching around the glass, and not even the feeling of Bastion’s hand squeezing his shoulder could calm the burning rage within him. Who the fuck was this man to stand here and insinuate that Jaden was—was holding Bastion back? Bastion had never said anything of the sort, not even implied it. Yeah, Jaden was loud and largely inappropriate and not book-smart and Bastion was proper and restrained and did Sudoku for fun but he would never, ever do anything knowing it would limit his boyfriend in his academic or career pursuits.
Coming over here was a mistake.
“’scuse me,” Jaden ducked out from under Bastion’s arm, needing to get away before he said something that would get him thrown out of this stupid-ass gala. His hip knocked into a table, jostling the silverware and startling the people sitting down, walking so fast the mostly-full glass was sloshing onto his sleeve, overcome with a burning need to get away from this gathering of pretentious fucks.
He knocked into more tables, tipping a chair over on its side as he made his exit. The door to the outside was his goal, as the night air would surely offer some sort of respite. Vaguely, he heard his name being called, but the blood was pounding in his ears and he couldn’t decipher who had called for him. It didn’t matter, as not even Bastion could make him go back to that horseshit conversation where he was being insulted for merely existing. What the fuck had he done to Zweinstein?
Pushing the ballroom door open with his shoulder and sloshing more wine onto the blazer, Jaden stepped into the hallway, hanging a right and heading for the exit doors where he could cool off and preferably stay outside until this nonsense was over. There were a couple of staff members standing by the door, and they opened it for him with a smile that he didn’t have it in him to return, finally stepping out and feeling like he was able to breathe once again.
It was easier to breathe but he was still hot and itchy. Sitting down on the top step, Jaden set down his glass and tore off the wine-soaked blazer, a passing thought of how it was his boyfriend’s and he should probably be more careful with it was silenced by angry thoughts of how he should summon Flame Wingman to burn this whole dumbass building down. Too bad he didn’t have his duel disk. That would’ve been satisfying. As long as Bastion and Alexis got out first.
Resting his head in his hands, acutely aware he looked like Cinderella, sitting here on the top of the steps after making a speedy exit from a ballroom, he heard Zweinstein’s words over and over again, taunting him. Was that it? Was the perception of their relationship that Jaden was somehow stunting Bastion’s professional and academic prospects?
Probably, another voice spoke up. They’d always been kinda an odd couple, proof that the old adage of ‘opposites attract’ wasn’t just a cliché. Jaden remembered when they’d first gotten together back in undergrad of how, while the squad had seen it coming for months and was totally cool with it, the other students at Duel Academy did make a few passing comments about how Bastion was ‘too good’ for him. It hadn’t bothered him back then because everything was shiny and new and he was totally gonna be a kickass pro duelist trophy boyfriend and Bastion was gonna name a star after him (something Bastion had actually said in a post-sex cuddle sesh, which had made Jaden feel enough love for the man to explode) and they were gonna prove everyone wrong. But now, feeling the air dance across his burning cheeks, staring down at the concrete steps, thinking about how the entire night he’d felt out of place, he entertained the thought that maybe, just maybe, there was some merit to what Zweinstein had said. Bastion would probably do better with someone that could keep up with him in the braincell department, someone he could talk about his passions with that didn’t involve multiple interruptions to define terms.
Shit, this was stupid. Jaden looked up at the sky, thinking about how he sounded like a dumb teenager to himself but unable to shake the feeling that maybe this gala had revealed something crucial, something he’d never considered before. The wine he’d spilled on himself was starting to dry, making his skin feel sticky and tight, heightening the feeling of general discomfort that had settled into his skin and overtaken him from the second he’d stepped in the ballroom, raised to a fever pitch by that stupid doctor. Going back inside felt impossible though. Better to just sit out here and tamp down on these feelings, forget about this entirely. The steps were uncomfortable and there were still a few stragglers coming in, their eyes landing on him briefly before continuing their way up the stairs. It’d be better to wait in the car but Bastion had the keys and was almost pathological about locking doors, meaning he’d have to go back inside to get them. That wasn’t gonna happen unless Jaden got one free punch aimed at Zweinstein.
He’d sit out here, then. That’d be fine. He had most of his phone battery left and a backlog of updates from Syrus; plus if all else failed he could call Jesse to pass the time. Bastion and Alexis could enjoy the gala in their honor and Jaden wouldn’t get arrested for assault. It would be fine, he reassured himself, though he still heard the echoes of doubts and insecurities and the visions of Bastion galivanting around with another obscenely smart person that wouldn’t feel out of place in his world, would compliment him better. The Inner Bastion voice that had discouraged him from dancing on the table was now spouting out how it was illogical to feel these things when Bastion had never come close to implying that Jaden wasn’t enough for him, and he did his damnedest to listen to it. That proved to be difficult, the persistent itch under his skin and the heat in his face not caring that his Inner Bastion was right. Digging in the front pocket for his phone, he felt his fingers shaking, covered in a cold sweat, unable to grasp the device.
Fucking fine, then. He could just sit here. He could just chill out. He was the ultimate at chilling, had taught Bastion how to turn that brain off and enjoy himself.
“Jaden?”
Was that his Inner Bastion trying to get him to calm himself down and stop worrying about nothing? It sounded louder, more insistent now, like the real Bastion sounded when Jaden was about to down seven Coke floats because Syrus got through six before he puked.
“Jaden?”
That definitely wasn’t in his head. Twisting around, Jaden looked up to see Bastion coming out of the building, walking toward him, blazer open and swishing with his steps, tie off-kilter. What the hell was Bastion doing out here? He should be inside.
“What?” Bastion was standing in on the steps by him now, looking confused and worried. Shit, he must’ve said that out loud. “I’m not going to stand inside while you’re out here, don’t be ridiculous.”
“Dude, this is your party.” Jaden felt a new wave of guilt for storming out and disrupting his boyfriend’s moment in the sun, especially after Bastion had spent an inordinate amount of time posing for pictures with Jaden after he won a duel or taken a red-eye flight to get back to the university in time for classes after joining him at a tournament. “Seriously, Bas. Get back in there.”
“Jaden,” Bastion was sitting down next to him, using that serious voice that Jaden recognized as the one meaning he wasn’t going to entertain an argument.
Jaden didn’t have anything to say that wasn’t going to be either argumentative or let these anxious, unfounded thoughts spill out, so he just huffed and stared straight ahead.
There was silence for a moment. Usually their silences weren’t uncomfortable as they’d been together far too long to feel the need to fill every moment with inorganic conversation. This was an uncomfortable silence and Jaden could feel Bastion looking at him, practically feel the way he was turning words over in his mind, wanting to broach the subject of that unfortunate encounter with his faculty adviser. Jaden didn’t know if he wanted to talk about it or not, really. If he made Bastion feel like he couldn’t interact with the person helping him complete his doctorate then he really would be holding him back just like Zweinstein said; if he didn’t say anything then he’d either have to abstain from coming to these uptight academic gatherings, maybe miss out on more important accomplishments, in order to not be subjected to this condescending bullshit.
This situation sucked.
“Jaden,” Bastion had apparently finished deciding how to begin.
“Yeah?”
“You won’t have to worry about Dr. Zweinstein saying anything else to you.”
“What?” Jaden looked over to him, feeling more guilt, more anxiety twisting his insides. “What’d you say to him? Bas, you better not have—”
“I told him to shove it.” Bastion interrupted, a slight smile breaking his face, eyes shining with amusement. “Not in as many words, but you know.”
“You told the guy who holds your future by the short and curlies to shove it?”
“Jaden, sweetheart,” Bastion’s arm wound around his shoulders, pulling him to his side. Jaden was slightly off-guard, feeling new heat rise to his cheeks at the pet name. His boyfriend didn’t use them often, didn’t really use nicknames either, referring to Alexis by her full name when everyone else said ‘Lex’, almost never calling him ‘Jay.’ Leaning his head against Bastion’s shoulder, feeling the fabric of his blazer against his cheek, he listened as Bastion continued. “I think you’ve overestimated the influence he has on me. I’m not so starstruck that I’m going to let him speak to you like that.”
That was probably the nicest, most political way for Bastion to say that he was overreacting. Maybe if Jaden had stayed a moment longer, hadn’t made a scene, he would’ve been able to see Bastion clap back. That would’ve been infinitely better than knocking over a chair and spilling wine everywhere.
“Do people,” Jaden tried to keep his voice steady, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning more heavily on Bastion’s side. “Do people say stuff like that a lot?”
“No,” Bastion’s cheek leaned on his head, breath moving his bangs as he sighed. “A few people have. They learn not to.”
“Thanks for defending my honor,” Jaden wanted to make it sound like a joke, lighten the mood and lift the weight that was settling inside him.
“I don’t need nor appreciate input on where I’ve chosen to lay my affections.”
“Maybe they’re right, you know.” Jaden couldn’t stop it from tumbling out, wincing a second later. That was pathetic. He sounded like the protagonist in that soap opera he’d binged last week at Syrus’ insistence, the two of them laid out on the couch, definitely not sober, laughing at how stupid and dramatic the script was. Now he was doing the same shit he’d mocked.
“No, they most definitely are not.”
The conviction in that statement jump-started his heart, making him lift up his head, staring into Bastion’s eyes. Protests were on the tip of his tongue, even as his Inner Bastion was telling him to listen to the Outer Bastion and not the flurry of irrational thoughts clouding his mind. They died as Bastion pulled him closer, reaching out to lay his hand over one of Jaden’s.
“I wanted you to come with me tonight. Not just because you’re my partner but because you’re my inspiration.” Bastion squeezed his hand and Jaden grabbed onto him, probably too tightly but his heart was pounding and his boyfriend’s hands were bigger and really warm and he needed the feeling of their palms pressed together to calm himself. “You’ve been so supportive of me, helped me even when you don’t understand, tolerated me staying up all night grading papers, and never complained about me repainting parts of the office when I run out of room to write on the walls. I wanted you to be here tonight. Dr. Zweinstein can take his opinions elsewhere.”
They were silent, just looking at each other, and Jaden felt like he should say something, but he couldn’t. His mind was blank, which was unfortunate because his heart was full and he wanted to thank Bastion for coming out here, for defending him, for being so perfect and wonderful, for being so loving. The anxieties and thoughts of not being enough, the image of Zweinstein staring at him over his glasses, those horrid fantasies of Bastion being with some nameless, faceless person in a lab coat—they all dissipated. They weren’t buried, just gone, like they’d never occupied his thoughts. His Inner Bastion was very smugly telling him that Jaden should’ve listened to him in the first place.
“How’d I get so lucky?” Jaden laughed, a real laugh, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend, pressing their lips together, feeling Bastion’s hand tighten around his own. Lingering for just a moment longer, he pulled back, resting their foreheads together, feeling lighter and happier and overwhelmingly content.
“I’m the lucky one.” Bastion smiled, tightening his hold on Jaden’s shoulders. “Will you come back inside with me?”
“Sure, yeah,” Jaden refrained from adding that if Zweinstein even looked at him the wrong way he’d throw a wine glass at him.
“Oh, here.” Bastion’s hold on him was gone and he was shrugging out of his blazer. “Take this.”
“Sorry,” Jaden looked down at the still-wet sleeves of his own blazer. “I’ll do laundry when we get home.”
“It’s quite alright. Please don’t do laundry. The last time you turned all of my white shirts gray.”
“Hey, come on,” Jaden stuck his tongue out, heard Bastion laughing at him. “I looked cute in that apron, though.”
“I’m not sure stapling hand towels together and tying them around your waist counts as an apron.”
“You aren’t denying that I looked cute.”
“No, I’m not.” Bastion helped Jaden out of his blazer, draping his own over Jaden’s shoulders.
There was something heavy in the front pocket of Bastion’s blazer, too big to be a phone, not jingly enough to be keys. “Babe?”
“Mmm?”
“What’s in here?”
“A flask.”
Bastion brought a flask? “I’m not complaining, babe, but, uh—why?”
“Well,” Bastion pushed up his sleeve to look at his watch, the one Jaden had gotten him for his birthday, the face decorated with little stars that glowed in the dark. “Alexis is giving a speech in about five minutes. Thought you might like to play a drinking game.”
“I’ve never been more in love with you than at this moment.” Jaden shot up, extending a hand to his boyfriend, who was laughing and looking perfect with that boring white shirt and eyes reflecting the starlight. “Let’s go back inside.”
#darkmagiattack#asks#tutorshipping#this was so fun thank you for requesting!!!!#i know this was supposed to be a fluffy ask but its insecure jaden hours
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I noticed that in earlier chapters Bryce is not exactly a fashion guru, with his popped collar and everything. Was this something that changed as you were developing the character, or was Jared unfair to Bryce (again)?
Partly it was that during those camp scenes, Bryce was wearing what Jared would probably have called douchebag chic (the preppy polo, the pastel shorts, the boat shoes – v typical attire for hockey players in warm weather at that time), so Jared was definitely being judgy (because his t-shirt and khaki shorts and sneakers was SO DIFFERENT, YOU’RE SO DIFFERENT, JUDGY JARED).
Bryce is pretty good at a number of things that impress Jared (and Erin) later on? One: his clothes fit him. Really well. And some of that is that all the suits he buys are tailored, but he also knows what cuts look best on him, and won’t hesitate to get a pair of pants that are just slightly too big tailored to fit him perfectly.
He’s also pretty good at knowing what colours flatter him and which don’t, which pops of colour will bring an outfit from boring to understated but interesting, (his watches and the like are flashy, but clothes wise he’s pretty understated, though said understated pieces are expensive as hell).
He likes getting to pick out what he’s wearing, really enjoys standing in front of the closet on a game day deciding which of his million belts would go best with his shoes and which tie would work well with the suit – oh but not that tie, that tie he wore last week, hmmmm.
So like, kind of outside fashion itself (because Jared and Bryce don’t agree on fashion, inasmuch as Jared thinks fashion is dumb dumb dumb) Bryce is consistently well-groomed and well-dressed. He spends a lot of time and effort on his appearance (Jared’s bemused glances at the counter of their bathroom can testify to that), and while that’s something 17 year old Jared would mock him for (and 20 year old Jared does, but fondly), it’s also something Jared can’t exactly deny he appreciates.
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revenge is a fool’s game // arthur morgan — [03]
pairing: arthur morgan x female!reader
word count: 1895
warnings: strong violence, emotional distress, mentions of torture, rape and sexual abuse, explicit sexual references, a whole lotta angst, cowboy stuff;
notes: i am so so sorry for the late af update!! things got carried away at work and i was trying to finish my peter parker story (sighhhh). anyway, this is a short chapter, but do expect an update pretty soon~
not following a taglist for this, i can’t seem to keep track of people who ask so just check on my masterlist~
masterlist in bio~
Chapter Three: Ain’t No Foolin’ John Marston
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(y/n) woke up, just before day break, and panicked. She looked around inside her tent, and breathed slowly before realizing she was actually panting. Her hair was a mess—and she was glad she had cut it to a boy’s regular messy cut, but she wasn’t wearing her bandages.
Without her bandages, her breasts would pop out. She was big enough to alert the people around her that she wasn’t a boy but a boy in disguise. Without question, she quickly took her shirt off and began to tie the bandages around her chest, tightly. Each time, she felt she tied a bit too tighter—forever compressing her chest to one without breasts.
She hated that she had to do this; she hated living in disguise. She would normally love scents and everything that came with being a woman, but now—now things were different and unforgiving. Her long hair that she had adored once before was trimmed away, and her cheeks were unmoisturized beyond control what used to be soft and smooth. She missed being a woman, but now she had no choice.
After tying the bandages around her, she put her shirt back on. Through the tiny holes in her bottle green tent, she observed that it was breaking day. She had a tiny mirror using which she fixed her hair—and turned into a boy again.
Through Dutch Van der Linde, she would find Colm o’Driscoll, and through Colm she would find a slight bit of redemption. Colm was someone she would take vengeance for herself. He had nothing to do with her brother, but had done something terrible to her. Words and lies were carved carefully to sting her in such a fashion that the sting would never heal, and what remained was a ghost of a person with an inability to move on from the pain caused. She had a plan, and no sympathy and no compassion came close to bringing her down from what she saw needed to be done.
“Riley!”
She heard Susan Grimshaw’s voice call from outside. Her heart sometimes ached when she heard her brother’s name, but she was her brother now.
“Come out here and gimme a hand, boy.” She didn’t sound mean, she sounded nice, as a matter of fact.
Riley stepped out of the small tent, looking timid. He blinked a couple of times and noticed Mrs. Grimshaw smiling at him. The smile reminded him of his own mother’s, but Riley tried not to think of anything regarding his past (her past).
“The horses need feedin’, boy. Here,” Susan motioned toward the stack of hay. “Take this to them horses over there. Make yerself useful here and you’ll belong quite alright.” Susan smiled and Riley nodded.
“My,” Susan sighed and said softly. “I sometimes forget ya can’t talk. Poor soul.”
The only reason (y/n) chose to leave Riley dumb was because her voice was far too feminine to hide. She was always told that she had a beautiful voice when she sang, but it sounded too much like a woman for a man.
While Riley was moving one haystack after another toward the horses, he observed that there were eyes on him. He paused for a second and noticed a boy watching his every move—unashamedly, not looking away even after Riley caught him doing so. The boy’s name, he could recall, was John Marston. He was around fifteen years of age, and far too aggressive for his own good. Riley watched him staring at him for a brief while before tilting his head a bit and getting back to work. It had been close to a few days since Riley joined the Van der Linde gang, and while even Arthur stayed out of insulting the boy, Riley noticed John’s hesitance in talking to him.
“Give him some time,” Hosea had said, when he first observed this behavior. “The boy’s got a nasty past.”
Nasty past, (y/n) thought before piling the hay carefully in the stack where it was supposed to go. I understand nasty pasts.
A moment later, Hosea approached Riley and grabbed the boy’s arm. Riley’s face turned pink—(y/n) still not used to being touched so freely by a man twice her age, but tried hard not to show any signs of discomfort.
“Need to talk to ya, son.” Hosea’s tone scared Riley. Instantly, he knew that it was something related to the confession he had made about the o’Driscolls.
Riley blinked at Hosea, while being led inside the white tent. Arthur was standing by the entrance, no expression on his face. Arthur noticed Riley and gave him a small nod, I think he understands that I’m a member here now, she told herself. He hated me before, she thought before blinking a couple of times. Arthur grunted once before straightening his posture. Dutch was entering the tent.
“So, son,” Dutch said before continuing, “You hate Colm,”
Riley didn’t nod. She didn’t hate Colm, it wasn’t hate. It was hard to explain without telling them some part of the story, and that was what he didn’t want to share.
“And you want him dead.” Dutch stated facts.
Riley blinked.
“The thing is, we don’t like him all that much either,” Hosea said, in a calculative manner.
“We’re teamed up wit’ em right now,” Arthur said, sighing. “Dutch and Colm had a… what ya call, a ‘partnership’ o’ sorts.”
Riley didn’t understand. He made a face, which conveyed his exact emotions.
“See Colm’s got a brother, Wyatt.”
(y/n)’s blood boiled. Oh, I know Wyatt o’Driscoll damn well, she thought before frowning. Hosea noticed the sudden change in Riley’s face, but chose not to comment on it. There were some stories each of them carried, with no want or need to divulge them. What he wanted to comment on was the fact that Riley’s wish to murder Colm intersected with their own wish to end their partnership.
“Wyatt’s got his eyes set on Dutch,” Hosea said, sighing bitterly. “Wyatt is plannin’ on handing Dutch over to the authorities for the bounty.”
“Let him try! I can rip his head off his skull and still make him see the end of it.” Dutch said, sarcastically, with a weird grin on his face.
What Riley didn’t understand was why they were telling him this. He knew that Dutch didn’t like Colm, and he knew that they felt the same way about all of the o’Driscolls, so why were they telling him this plan?
“We kill Wyatt first.” Dutch said.
(y/n)’s heart picked up pace. Wyatt was fourth in her list, ending his life meant getting closer to Colm. She nodded once before taking her notebook once.
Wyatt has this horse he loves. We get to his horse and we get to him. He’s a dumbass with very little that he cares about.
Hosea laughed as he read out Riley’s note. “This is why we needed you, boy! Somethin’ tells me you’ve been on the insides of the o’Driscolls’ party!”
It’s the other way around, Hosea, (y/n) thought bitterly, forcefully blinking tears away. Arthur watched the boy, before noticing the sun fall on the boy’s shirt. There was a dark patch in his chest, which looked almost made up. It was like he was wearing another shirt inside the one that he could see. Arthur blinked before clearing his throat and looking away, it wasn’t his business.
“Alright. We get to his horse. Can you identify his horse, boy?”
Riley nodded.
“Dutch,” Arthur said, before looking at Riley. “How can we know we can trust ‘im?”
Riley’s heart dropped. This was one question that he was hoping no one would ask. It was a good question, she had to admit, because how can anyone be sure that Riley himself wasn’t an o’Driscoll?
“Actually, that’s a great point. What if Colm sent you here and if this is all a trap?” Dutch spoke out loud.
Riley’s eyes filled with tears. He wrote in his notebook.
I had a sister. Colm and his brother raped her every night after saving her life one day. They raped her and ruined her life. She is no woman no more. I’m doing this for her. And I’m doing this for myself.
I’m doing this for you, brother. Rebecca’s voice was for herself only.
“I.. I’m sorry to hear that, son.” Dutch said, sympathetically.
Hosea patted the boy’s shoulder before saying, “You don’t have to say anything more than that, Riley.”
Arthur, on the other hand, was the most shocked. He didn’t once think Riley could have gone through so much. After having cared for Mary so much, he understood so much about how hard women had it for themselves. Their torture would always, always exceed the pain that anyone can give to a man. Women were strong, and hurting them came easy.
Rape, Arthur thought, was unforgivable.
He watched Riley get back to his chores, sad face and sadder eyes, and a soft spot bore in his heart for the boy. To lose a sister the way he had, must have taken more than just anger for him to come huntin’ after them o’Driscolls, Arthur thought.
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That evening, Riley sat alone by the fire. He was thinking about what he had shared with Hosea, Dutch and Arthur, and he wondered if it was the right thing to have done. They wouldn’t have trusted me, (y/n) thought. Arthur is suspicious of anyone new, she sighed. A moment later, she felt someone sit beside her.
It was John. He had a scowl on his face, and his hair was a mess. From the past few days, she’s noticed that John was what they’d call, ‘a problem child’. He was naughty and barely did any chore around the camp. Susan would have to scream at him repeatedly to have him eat.
“I know you’re a girl.” John said, glaring at Riley.
Her blood froze. She suddenly felt very exposed, but this was a fifteen year old child and this old jibe was thrown off the window by Arthur the first time it had happened. Riley turned to look at John and glared back, trying hard to keep the glare on and not let the fear show.
“You’ve got breasts, and you ain’t got no penis.” John said, softly.
Riley shook his head and turned away, red faced—but in front of the fire, one couldn’t tell. She hoped John wouldn’t be able to hear her rapidly beating heart.
“They might think I’m some stupid hillbilly,” John said, “But I ain’t gonna ever call a woman a man.”
Riley took out his notebook and hoped John could read.
Go away, John. I don’t have to prove shit to you.
“Alright, ma’am. I know no one ain’t gonna believe me, but I know yer secret. Riley or if that’s what your name is. You ain’t a man. Yer a lady. A lady dressed like a hillbilly. Don’t know why an’ I don’t care. But you ain’t foolin’ me.” John said, before getting up and walking away.
Riley waited for a moment. He hoped no one heard this conversation, and he hoped no one cared for John’s words. Because of the way he behaves, no one took him seriously. However, John’s hunch, if it was a hunch, was right. Riley was no man.
(y/n) was scared for her life now.
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Underwater (ch. II)
Description: Your bad behaviour led you to stay the whole summer in your town of birth with your grandfather. The very first day, you went for a walk to the beach and had an encounter with a stranger that would change your whole life.
Pairing: Reader x Merman!Taehyung.
Genre: Angst, suspense, sci-fi.
Trigger warnings (!!!): Blood, swearing, angst.
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II: A New Friend
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Since you had been a little kid, whatever the problem was, your grandmother would be there for you. It was a known fact that a pair of scratched knees would only get better with your grandmother’s biscuits and one of her old fairy tales. When she passed away, your grandfather took care of that important role, but in his own way. Soon enough, getting hurt wasn’t such a big deal. The scratches were quickly dusted off and disinfected, and the fairy tales shoved deep on the bookshelf.
Moving to the city had been a big adjustment. Even when you had tried to stay strong and tell yourself that it wasn’t such a big deal, it finally hit you; you were alone. Your father was all the time at work. You had to put an end to your pity party, and grow up faster than you had expected.
This was the closest you had been to the person who taught you to stand up for yourself in three years, and there you were, laying on the floor, basically begging for mercy. You felt weak, fragile, just like how you had felt when you lost your grandmother.
“Are you listening to me?”
Right now, you had to be clever.
“Yes, I’m listening to you,” you muttered gritting your teeth.
You could not see him, he had was beneath the dock, but you were oh, so sure that he was enjoying every second where you were basically at his feet. You quickly learned that his guy enjoyed being empowered.
“Good,” he said. “I require you in order to fulfil a task I have been assigned by a figure of importance.”
“Who would that be?”
There was a pause. You could not hear him moving underneath the dock anymore. For a few seconds, you feared that somehow, he had managed to silently swim to the shore. But then he spoke again.
“Someone more powerful than you think.”
His imprecise answer was not surprising. For all you knew, this Kim Taehyung could be not on his right mind. He had hurt you, and now he was talking about some “figure of importance” that you were absolutely sure it did not exist whatsoever. The fact that he was this late at night at the beach was a red flag… But then again, you were also there with him.
“What if I don’t help you?”
“You think you have a choice?” He rhetorically asked with a chuckle threatening to burst out of his lips. “Cute…”
He had said enough for you to make up your mind. He was not going to let you go anytime soon. You were not going to wait for the perfect moment to escape, you were doing it right now.
You stretched your arms over your head and placed your hands on the wooden planks.
“What happens if I refuse?” You asked, trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible, and pushed your body back on the dock with a slow, torturous pace.
As you moved your body, your t-shirt rolled up and splinters started to pierce your body. You could feel them break the skin of your abdominal area, but you bit your lip to silence any kind of sound that could disturb your runaway. You were sure that both your legs were full of splinters as well, but you decided against looking at them to check, it would only make it worse.
“Do as you please,” Taehyung sighed, bored. “I can always find another one of you, but since you were already here, I figured that you would have to do.”
The way he talked, as if you weren’t nothing but a piece of garbage, made your blood boil. You felt the need to tell him off, but you had to restrain yourself. You focused on your escape.
“If you refuse, though,” he continued, and you couldn’t help but stop moving, breathing. “Nor you or your grandfather will survive.”
The mention of your grandfather was what did the trick. You didn’t know how Taehyung knew him, but in a town as small as this, you could just assume that Taehyung had met him in the store, or anywhere, really.
Suddenly, the idea of escaping did not seem the brightest one.
“How do you-”
“Know him?” He completed your question. “This is a little town. Everybody knows that ancient man that takes short walks on the dock every morning. So, if you want him to be safe, stop your poor attempt to escape and help me.”
Your hands left the wooden planks and you hissed at how they looked. The palms were scratched raw with sand sticking to the fresh wounds, and the tip of your fingers had gotten splinters. Just looking at them was enough to make you shiver.
“Fuck,” you muttered.
A chuckle was heard from beneath.
“That’s what you get, dumb girl.”
The frustration was starting to catch up with you. You were scared that you might finally snap at him and say something that would trigger a bad reaction from him. There was a situation of power from his perspective. He knew he had control over you, and, according to him, he was not afraid to use whatever he had against you to get his way.
There was nothing you could do but listen to him.
“What do you need me for?” You finally asked.
You heard him moving in the water, like playing with it. You rolled on your back, trying to get your breathing steady, but your hurried pants would not stop leaving your lips no matter how much you tried.
“Tomorrow I’ll be visiting you and telling you exactly what you have to do,” Taehyung suddenly informed you.
You huffed. The idea was not enticing, none of this situation was, being honest, but Taehyung getting near to your grandfather when he had threatened him just a few minutes ago? No. It was not going to happen.
“You’re not getting anywhere near my grandfather.”
He chuckled.
“Fine. Let’s meet here tomorrow, same hour. And don’t even think about telling anyone about this.”
A splash of water echoed in the night, startling you so much that you almost fell in the water. You sighed with your hand over your chest. You felt your heartbeat against it and the way the fabric of your shirt rubbed painfully against your sores. Your heavy breathing was the only thing that you could hear after that. It was like Taehyung had vanished altogether.
“How am I going to find you?” You asked staring at the night sky, too afraid to even check if he was still there. “Hello?”
When no one answered, you rolled over your stomach and dragged your body to the hole where your foot had been stuck in. You looked through it; Taehyung had left, leaving no trace. You allowed yourself to lay on your back. The tightness on your chest was gone. Air was finally entering your lungs with no difficulty. With Taehyung present, you couldn’t let yourself cry, no matter how scared you were. Now, warm tears flowed down your cheeks silently like a river.
You sat down and looked down to your legs. Your left foot and your ankle were still bleeding, and since you tried to escape by dragging your body on the splintered dock, your knees were hurt as well. The only way to stop the bleeding was to apply pressure to the wound, but just before you reached it, you remembered Taehyung’s warning. You had to figure something else. Your hands travelled to shirt. You recalled having seen somewhere that a piece of cloth could be used as a bandage if tied tight enough, so you decided to take it off and tie it around your foot and ankle. Once your shirt was off, you displayed it over the wooden planks. When you lifted your leg by your thigh, a sharp pain struck you. The sensation on it had come back, you recognised a little glad.
Every step was torture. It was like stepping on shattered glass. And to top it all, the temperature had dropped significantly, which did not help at all, given the fact that you were lumping around wearing just a pair of shorts and your bra. You could not hug yourself to shield your uncovered body from the cold wind since it was already hard enough to maintain your balance.
You chose to walk over the dirt because it was gentler on your wounded legs than the pavement. Just stepping on a hard surface made your whole leg ache.
You couldn’t shake off the feeling of Taehyung’s eyes on you. You had made sure to look back, to ensure your safety. He was not following you, no one was, but you still felt like someone was watching your every move. The dark of the night came in handy if you needed to hide, and you knew you sounded paranoid, but it was better to be prepared than sorry.
After what it felt like hours of walking, you spotted the vague silhouette of your grandfather’s house, slightly outlined by the last strand of moonlight that the night could offer. You were glad to see the lights out inside, that meant he was asleep like you had assumed.
At the sight of the house, you felt a wave of relief run through your body. You quickened your pace, even if it hurt, and got to the white wooden door. Once you were in, you let your whole body hit the floor.
You were finally home.
It took some time for you to pluck up the courage to untie the improvised bandages. It was dumb, you knew that, but somehow, under the buzzing kitchen lights, you had taken in the whole situation you were stuck in; a stranger, someone who was not hesitant about hurting you, had threatened you and your grandfather. And now, you had to lick your wounds like a damned hurt cat. You did not like the way it made you feel.
It had been a long time since you last needed someone to take care of you, and just now you recognised that today you might need help from someone that was not yourself. You did not want to admit that.
You had sat down on the chair and rested your leg on another one in front of you. You untied the knot and started to untangle the cloth around your ankle. When you got to the layer that was in direct contact with your wound, you stopped altogether, letting the cloth hang on one side of the chair.
Your hands were shaking, so were your knees. You were actually scared of what it could be there, even when you had seen how bad it was. You closed your eyes, as if that would help in any way, and continued to take off the poorly tied fabric. It was like ripping off a band-aid. The blood had started to dry, you recognised, as you felt how sticky the material of your t-shirt was. Once it was completely off, you opened your eyes again to take a proper look to the wound.
There was nothing.
The fresh and open-cut you could vividly remember were not there.
“What the hell?” You murmured.
Hesitant at first, you still touched your ankle. It did not hurt anymore.
The cut made by Taehyung was not there, but the splinters and scratches that you had got while trying to escape were all there, waiting to be taken care of. But you were too dazed to even think about curing your wounds.
The feeling of claws cutting your skin open was still present on your memory, on your body, even. The burning trace that they left behind and the striking pain on your leg whenever you stepped too hard on the ground. You had seen the blood. Taehyung had practically admitted that he had done that to you. There was no way you could have just imagined all that…
But what if there was?
The brain was powerful, you knew that, and under certain circumstances, it can be possible to imagine things that were not really there. Could it be that you had felt so endangered that you simply hallucinated? There was no other explanation if you thought about it. The facts were those; no wound, and you had been under a stressful situation.
You checked your dirty t-shirt. There was no trace of blood, just mud and green stains that came from walking over grass.
What if Taehyung had been another product of your disturbed imagination?
It made sense to question his existence. It made sense to question the whole night since you had woken up in the dock. You were even thinking that you might be still asleep on that dock. This could be a simple nightmare, a really intense nightmare you could not run away from.
You pinched yourself just to prove your theory, and of course, you did not wake up in the dock. This was not a dream. This was happening, and you had to find a way to deal with it, suck it up like you had always done.
Even after a long shower, you still felt dirty. The image of Taehyung’s green eyes would not leave your mind no matter how much you turned around in your bed. It was always present, hunting you, just like the feeling of his hands slashing your skin, and the way his low voice would make your breathing stop altogether. You could not stop grazing your fingers over your ankle, still finding surprising the fact that you were not injured anymore.
But the worst thing that came off of that encounter was lying to your grandfather.
You were already in the kitchen when he woke up at around 11 a.m., eager to make you breakfast again. He said something about his pancakes having improved along the years while you were not there, but you could not quite catch that. The glass of water in front of you seemed way more interesting than any kind of human interaction. You vaguely wondered if you broke it into pieces and cut your skin, you would feel it.
Of course, you would not do that in a million years, but the thought was still there, lingering in your mind.
“A watched pot never boils,” your grandfather commented while sitting down on the chair opposite to yours.
“It’s a glass of water,” you replied not moving your gaze away from it.
“It’s an expression, dummy.”
Dummy. Dumb. Dumb girl.
That made you snap out of your trance.
“Can I ask you a question?” You suddenly said. He nodded. “Do you have any friends around here?”
He knotted his eyebrows. You knew he had not asked himself that question in a long time, if ever. But Taehyung had said that everyone knew him, and if you wanted to get to the bottom of this, you had to get your facts straight.
“Well, the neighbours are nice, but I wouldn’t call them friends. Why?”
“But, you talk to them, right? Like, on a daily basis?” You asked again, a little bit more urgent.
Your grandfather was somehow taken aback by your unexpected curiosity, but he answered anyway.
“I guess so, honey. In a town so small, we all tend to talk to each other sooner or later.”
That was what you were afraid of. Taehyung, at this point you were sure he had not in fact been a hallucination, did know your grandfather. It was nearly impossible to live here and not know him. Taehyung was not lying. The threat was real, which meant that you had to go see him tonight.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes- well, no. I guess it’s hard to get used to sleeping in a different bed. I didn’t sleep too well last night,” you lied.
And you were a better liar than this, you knew that, but Taehyung had accomplished what you assumed it was his objective; scare the hell out of you. But the most terrifying part of this was not him, it was the uncertainty. You did not know what he could be capable of, to what extents he was willing to go if you did not help him with whatever he needed you for.
You had already established that you needed help, but getting your grandfather in the middle of this surely did not seem like the correct answer.
Besides, Taehyung had specifically told you not to say anything about your encounter. But he did not say anything about you making some research on him. You had to find out just how dangerous that guy actually was.
“Do you- do you know anyone that’s my age?”
Apparently, there was a whole group of people that were around your age. However, they were difficult to find. According to your grandfather, he had talked with his neighbours about these three guys that would yearly pop up during the summer to visit their grandparents. People here were visited so rarely by their relatives that whenever it happened, it was the talk of the town. Everybody knew about them. They even jokingly called them “the golden grandchildren”, which was weird, but somehow funny to your grandfather.
“Maybe after this visit, I can start calling you that, too?” He politely teased you.
It hurt, you could not deny that. The years you spent far away from here, not even bothering to call because you were convinced that the only thing it was going to bring was pain to your heart were difficult for you, but you had never stopped to think that they might have been even harder for your grandfather. He was the one living in the middle of the memories that your grandmother had left behind.
He was not even shoving it in your face, it was more like happiness that radiated from him. He was happy to have you here, it showed.
“I would like that,” you smiled at him.
It was not an official promise, but you would have loved it if he would understand that you were more than adamant to keep it.
“Anyways, I might know of some places that they visit a lot. If you want to find them, you might as well go there.”
The summer sun was burning on the skin of your shoulders just minutes after you had left the house. The cap you had on, and the sunscreen you had applied on every inch you could reach were not enough to protect you from the strong heat of the outside world.
Sure, your grandfather’s shitty ceiling fan was not what you would define as useful when the temperature was this high, but it was better than walking under the sun for twenty minutes just to reach the centre of this little town. There was no wind, and if you had the luck to be outside when that summer breeze made its presence, you might as well find shelter. Poems about summer loves, and the breeze that came with it were nice, but they did not even start to describe how dry and hot the wind in this season actually was.
Fuck this weather, honestly.
After taking off your cap, and trying to fan some air into your sweaty face, you were tempted to throw it on the ground, and step on it. There was no use. You were only making piping hot air fly to your face at a higher velocity.
At this point, you were dragging your feet on the pavement. People who were crazy enough to be outside on a day like this, like you were, gave you funny looks. There could be a number of reasons on why they were so curious about you; one, your legs were covered in bruises and scratches, and so were your arms and hands. Two, you were practically melting all over the ground. And three, they did not recognise you at all from years back.
When someone new appeared in town, it was a big deal, it seemed. You had caught people, mostly old ladies drinking some lemonade outside one of the few cafeterias around here, staring intently at you and then whispering to each other, which was followed by all of them shrugging, totally puzzled. And of course, you did not appreciate the attention that was being given to you, but it was better to get used to it rather than trying to fight it.
You had written down the places where the “golden grandchildren” might be. After seeing them on a piece of paper, on under the other, you realised how much you had underestimated this little town. Actually, there were more than just two or three places you had to visit in order to maybe find them. One of them, of course, was the beach.
You had to hold back a chuckle.
There was no way you were going to go there. At least not earlier than you had planned (or earlier than Taehyung had told you).
You huffed.
Now you were relying on his “schedule”? What a fucking joke.
The heat proved to be stronger than your determination, and soon enough you had sat down inside an ice-cream shop with the little map your grandfather had given you displayed over the wooden table while you tried to cool down by shoving spoonful after spoonful of cookie dough flavoured ice-cream. With the little list on one side, you started to circle the places you wanted to visit, the farthest away being the beach, and the closest, this ice-cream shop, ironically enough.
You gave a quick glance to the shop. It was practically empty, just two employers behind the counter and you enjoying the air-conditioning.
Once you finished your ice-cream and marking the spots on the map, you headed to the next location; an old book shop right in the corner of the street. You saw a sign sticking out from the brick wall of the building. It read: “Silver Pages” in a fancy font, big and white, in the middle of the wooden sign.
Hesitantly at first, you put your hand on the doorknob. At that right moment, the door opened, a cheerful tinkle greeted you, and so did the floor of the store. You almost fell flat on your face since you had not seen the step that was in front of the door.
“Oh, dear! You scared me!” A croaky voice said.
The owner of the voice was a small, white-haired, elderly lady. The sun reflected on her big glasses, preventing you from taking a look to her eyes. It did not matter that she almost made your face flat like a pancake, there was something about her appearance, a mellow one, that made you feel comfortable instantly.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” She asked with a smile on her face.
“Maybe, I’m not sure. I’m looking for some boys, maybe you know them?”
Right when you finished that question, you realised something crucial; you did not know how these guys were like. You did not have any names or physical features to identify them. How were you going to find them?
“The golden grandchildren?”
Wow, it sounded even dumber coming from your mouth.
But the lady’s face seemed to light up when she heard this.
“Of course I know them!” She exclaimed, delighted, and took a step back to let you in, you thanked her and walked in.
The bookstore was homey, yet small. The peach coloured walls made you feel as if you were in the middle of autumn, even though it was like a million degrees outside. There was a mahogany counter with way too many candles in one extreme of the shop, and bookshelves made of the same wood as the counter, full of books that seemed older than this town. And the very end of the room, there was a yellow beaded curtain. You supposed that behind it there was the entrance to the woman’s house.
You would have thought that around these ancient books and dusty furniture, the bookstore would smell, well, old, but you were mistaken. There was a soft aroma of lavender in the air. It was nice. No wonder these guys spent most of their time here.
“Joonie!” The lady’s voice made you jump on your place. “Someone’s looking for you!”
Dear Lord, that woman had some powerful lungs…
“Coming!” A male’s voice was heard from somewhere upstairs.
You frowned at her, but she only smiled at you and held one finger on your face.
“He will be right down, dear,” she whispered after sitting down on a chair behind the counter.
It just hit you. What the hell were you going to say to him? He did not know you! Nobody in this town did, except for your grandfather, of course.
Were you just going to blurt it out? ‘Hey, I need to do some background research on this guy that after today I thought it was a hallucination. Do you know him by any chance?’
You were definitely going to get kicked out of this lovely book-store.
You heard hurried steps getting near, and then the beaded curtain finally announcing the guy’s appearance.
Your grandfather was right. This guy was your age, maybe even older than you by two or three years. He was tall, well-proportioned body from what you could see, and his dark eyes matched his brown hair. And yeah, you had put two and two together, so you knew that he was the grandchild of the owner of this store, but the resemblance was still incredible; both had plump pink lips and a small round nose.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” he talked, puzzled.
And they had the same low, raspy voice…
“No, I’m kinda new around here,” you replied clutching into your insignificant map.
The guy hummed, eyeing at the piece of paper in your hand. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked.
He sounded unsure, of course he did. A stranger had literally tracked him down, with no apparent reason.
“I…”
“We need some fresh lemonade!” The old lady peeped out of nowhere and rushed behind the beaded curtain.
She seriously needed to stop scaring the hell out of you.
“Look,” you sighed, “I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know you either, but I need your help.”
It seemed like you were going to improvise. Not clever, but okay…
He leant his head, inviting you to explain yourself a little further.
“I met someone last night. I need you to tell me what you know about him.”
“Okay, why?” He asked chuckling with a confused look on his face.
“Does it matter?” You replied a little frustrated.
“Yeah, it kinda does.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t even know my name and you’re asking me a favour.”
“You’re Joonie?” You tried to smile, but he was not having it, which, unfortunately for you, was understandable.
“Namjoon,” he corrected. “Now, are you telling me why you want information about this guy, or not?”
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